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Kaf Mountain

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     Artakama didn't believe the mountains were the edge of the world. Small paths revealed themselves the higher she got up the cliff side, and her breathing came in small gasps as she neared the peak. The wind bit at her like angry snakes, and she collapsed to the ground.
     She needed to see it.
     “Must you?” A man said, appearing from beyond the peak.
     Her people couldn't be right.
     “Oh, they aren't,” he said with a harsh laugh. “Not about everything. You've traveled my path up the mountain, so you are mine to deal with.” The djinn held out his hands. “Choose. Look pass the mountain and become my servant, or travel back to your people and the death that awaits.”
     “Look," Artakama said, her voice shallow.
     The djinn dragged her forward until she stood at the peak, overseeing everything. The mist slowly parted and Artakama breath caught in her throat.
     A vast ocean stretched, so green it tinted the sky. But at the edge of the ocean, more mountains.
     More.
     The djinn weaved his hand in front of her face and Artakama watched her last breath crystallized into a beautiful purple gem. She breathed again, this time easier.
     “This is your last breath,” the djinn said. “It belongs to me now, and so do you,”