The wooden wheels of the beaten, torn, and patched covered wagon whined and complained with every rotation as its relatively small black ox pulled the rotted wood along the cobblestone. The man sitting atop lazily grasped the chain reigns with one hand, his other wiping streams of sweat that descend down his thick hair. Winter clothes sit uselessly behind him in the wagon, forgone in favor of using leather straps tied about his barrel chest, and around his undershorts. A tattered map sits on top of his clothes. The axes on his waist knock the front of the wagon as it makes its way, creating a sort of beat.
That sound annoyed Maiken, so he lifted the axes off of his makeshift belt to put them away.
A great roar rose from the belly of the ox as it lifted onto its hind legs, stopping the moving cart abruptly with a massive bovine wall. All of this to the surprise of Maiken, who was facing behind him at the time.
He was thrown out of his seat, striking the bull's wide back with considerable force. His eyes popped open in surprise and winced upon impact.
"Oof!" the sound softly escaped his lips before slamming onto the cobblestone next to a tired, huffing ox, both sprawled out on the road. He sighed, looking into the flickering eyes of his beast of burden. "And why'd ya do that you big stupid son ova braised oxen stew?" he said lovingly while rubbing the animal behind it's ears. He took a moment before the cold, sudden realization to come. I didn't hear them land...
"Da's axes!" he shouted, putting a sweaty hand on the ox's back as leverage to get up. He rushed ahead a few feet before trying to backtrack, coming to another realization. "Oh shite, Obuu!" He called to his beast, slipping on the worn stone tiles just in time for his ox to do the same, it having forgotten about the heavy chain fetters. The sudden movement was unwieldy, leading the cart's wheels into a small crack in the road.
The wheel split open in an instant, issuing an immediate reaction from Maiken before the wagon even fell. His fingers creased the bridge of his nose as the entire wagon rolled onto its side, splitting the rough canvas open exactly where it was patched over from the last time it had fallen onto its side.
"Oh thank each and every one of the gods. Thank you all personally. This is just great- the best!" He cursed his luck as his face sunk and he descended to his knees. He hid his eyes beneath his hands for a moment, before opening the fingers to look at his ox, tongue out, snorting somewhat contently. The chains pulled taut to his body, but he didn't seem to mind.
Maiken walked over to his ox standing in front of his ruined wagon, and began to unhook his chains. As soon as they fell to the road with a clank, the ox waddled over towards a tree to lay under. It walked around in a circle twice before dropping its hind legs to sit. It stared back at Maiken expectantly.
"Lazy bovine brat. Sun keeps having its way with us, and you'll be crispy enough to finally be uh some use to me eh?" he pointed at the ox, who replied by striking a fly with its tail. Maiken shrugged and sighed. He turned around to finally go search for the axes when something fluttered past his peripherals.
"The damn map!" he shouted, his eyes taken by desperation. He tried to chase after it, but it left the road up over a small cliff. Is this a joke? He thought. THERE ISN'T EVEN ANY WIND!
He doubled back onto the road to try and find where he had left his ox and wagon, but the trees and road started to blend. After a few minutes of simply walking back the way he came, he'd found himself completely lost, and second guessing which way he was going. He sat down on a rock and wiped the sweat that was soaking his face. What is going on?!
He hadn't seen his axes either, which struck him as he'd doubled back for the third time in an attempt to find something familiar. A clank in the distance. That sorta sounds like... He broke the silence "MY AXE!"
He began sprinting, hopping over small ditches and large rocks on the side of the road, and soon he'd thought he had made a mistake. Looking through the trees, nothing was familiar, but he was sure he had heard something on the other side of the tree line.
He cleared it, coming face to face with a cliff, looming over the clearing as though it were guarding it. Maiken's eyes fixated on a small, bone axe with a claw carved into the hilt. "ah yeah!" he praised himself, rushing towards his missing weapon.
He ran towards the cliff, keeping his eyes on the axe. At the moment of grasping, Maiken flung his axe into the air again as a voice boomed from above.
“You have come-"
"GAAAA-AAAAH!" Maiken howled, catching his axe before it landed and sprinting past the clearing. He turned around and found a tree, his face was bent into a pout, eyes crossed as he tried spying on the cliff from behind some branches. For the first time, he saw a face in the stone. What in absolute bloody oblivion... he cursed again.
His eyes narrowed to slits as he inspected the face cautiously. It seemed to be staring back at him.
"I don't like this..." he told himself. "I don't like this one bit" again as he shyly exited the tree line and walked back up the road to the face. He stood afront with his jaw fixed, unflinching to the face in the mountain.
“You have come in search of the City of Illusion. Tell me, stranger, why are you here?” the voice was smooth and silky to Maiken. He perhaps liked it.
"Does it matter what I say? Is there, say, a wrong answer?" Maiken smirked. The mountain stared back at him until his smirk was replaced with a frown.
"I don't like you or your dumb voice." he spit like poison. The mountain said nothing. This silence gave Maiken time to reflect as he gazed back, now unable to leave this staring contest. He thought of his ox, that possibly needed water Maiken didn't have. He thought of his father's wagon, in desperate need of repair. He thought of the map he didn't have, and the axe he had lost. He sighed deeply.
"I need help" his voice broke as he said this, as though confessing something embarrassing to a loved one. His eyes cast downward, cheeks beginning to tremble. The gaping maw of the mountain slowly began to open.
No dust? Maiken inspected the entrance as the stone itself moved. He sniffed and wiped his eyes before returning his axe to his belt.
"Here's to better times, rock head!" he held his hand up in salute as he walked into the cooler cavern within.