"I bring the heart of a brother," Kaelen replied, gasping for breath. "I come for the Weaver."
Kaelen was the first climber in three generations to attempt the ascent. He didn't seek gold or glory; he sought his sister, who had vanished during the Great Frost. The elders said she hadn't died; she had been "borrowed" by the Dienegdfg to serve as a Weaver of Clouds.
The Rar' was not a normal mountain; it was a jagged spine of obsidian and frozen vapor that defied the gravity of the lowlands. For centuries, the nomadic tribes of the valleys believed that the summit was a gateway to another realm—a place where the "Dienegdfg," or the Ever-Shifting Ones , resided.
Kaelen looked down at his frozen hands, then up at the shimmering entity. To save her, he would have to leave the world of men behind and become a ghost of the Rar'. Without a second thought, he reached out and touched the shifting smoke of the Dienegdfg’s hand.
The valley below never saw Kaelen again, but from 그날 forward, the clouds over the Rar' moved with a strange, purposeful grace, as if two spirits were dancing within the mist.