Ahead of me was the air temple so close yet so far. Finally after all my toils, all the paths tread and kingdoms crossed I had made it.

The final obstacle was a bridge barely held together with rope. I tried it tentatively and felt the wood buckle but hold. It didn’t seem promising but I had no other option and so I continued walking. Grabbing the cords I used them to support the majority of my weight and carefully tried out each wooden beam as I crossed. The track in front of me spiralled up into the mountain and below me, very far below me, was a river trailing into the ravine. I ignored my fear, and tried to think ahead to what I would say when I arrived. It had been years in the making and so I had to get it right.

Panting I made it to the other side and was about to celebrate when I remembered I still had the hill to climb.