It was the top of the mountain, where the cold, intense air yowled with every gust of wind. Goosebumps prickled Isadora's body as the chill seeped through her layers of clothing.
Taking a step forward she fell flat on the ground.
'I can't feel my legs' she thought mortified.
Her body finally registered the pain of walking a thousand steps. Her muscles throbbed and ached, causing her to groan each time she tried to work them.
The sudden approaching footsteps caught her attention, and black boots stopped right before her.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze, meeting Nyssa's piercing stare as she looked down at her.
"Never in our history have anyone taken hours to climb the stairs of endurance" Nyssa began, in a mocking tone. "You must have weak bones"
She observed Isadora closely like she was cataloguing every detail about her. Her skin was porcelain that shone like glass—never knowing the harsh taste of the sun.
