[center][h3][color=DarkKhaki]Kwelek Djilyaro, 'Kwenda'[/color][/h3]
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The others were quick to gather near Alkina's tent, which surprised Kwelek. He was sure that one of them would have tattled on him to the approaching elders. Yet he looked around to find that everyone was huddled around Kwelek and the journal, as if expecting him to say something. The silence lingered for a moment too long before the young Ansharin realised he couldn't wait forever. Brushing off the dirt from the front of the journal, he began flipping through pages with an expression of pure wonder. He beamed at the strange, intricate markings that were scrawled all. There were some relatively details drawings, but nothing he recognised.
"[color=DarkKhaki]I'm not really sure what this is,[/color]" admitted Kwelek in response to the various questions aimed towards him. He turned the page to find a rather curious drawing of a mountain. There were more markings scratched into the picture, but Kwelek could have sworn there was something familiar about the mountain. There seemed to be a drawing along the face of the mountain of a large gate, with an odd symbol that looked like a face, though not human. He didn't know what the face meant, but he definitely knew what a the gate meant.

"[color=DarkKhaki]I think this is a drawing of the forbidden mountain. The one,[/color]" He stopped for a moment, hesitating to say the name. "[color=DarkKhaki]The one that Kwilana visited[/color]". No doubt mentioning the heretics name would cause discomfort. Rarely ever seen or heard from, Kwilana was a person surrounded by mystery and superstition. Ever since he was little, Kwelek's grandfather had warned him to never speak to the Witch Kwilana, who was trapped inside her tent to keep her away from the Ansharin. There were many stories spread to Kwelek in his youth about how Kwilana was a demon who devoured children who didn't listen to the elders. Of coarse it all seemed silly at the time, the young Ansharin thinking himself brave enough to show no fear towards the Witch. This time was different, however. Having only ever acknowledged her existence for the sake of a jest, Kwelek was terrified of the idea that Kwilana would be related to this journal in some way. He looked at the others, awaiting their thoughts in the hopes that someone would disprove him. Though he highly doubted it.

There were many mountains throughout the Dreamscape, creating a formidable wall to the rest of the world. The Ansharin frequented most of them in search of supplies, all except one. It was a strange mountain, more of a plateau really. It was wide, but not very tall. At the face of the mountain was a large gate of stone covered in strange markings that no one had been able to decipher. Everyone in the tribe was familiar with the gate, as the hunters often found themselves rather close to it when chasing down animals. They'd always tell Kwelek of the unsettling feeling they felt when approaching it. Kwelek was tingling with anxiousness, but he was also excited. Kwilana scared him terribly, but there was a certain appeal to the fantasy that he would be the one to unearth the secrets of the mountain. It was a silly thought, yet he could feel his curiosity beginning to itch.