I scare the lions away. And begin to climb the mountains. My long, lonely journey takes me south, like the path of the sun.

Eventually I reach the mountains beyond the edge of the known world. Their tops reach to the sky, and their roots reach down to the underworld. The only path through them is guarded by human scorpions.

They see that I am thin and weak from my journey, and expect me to run away when they threaten me with their deadly weapons. But when I show no fear, they know I must be part man and part god. They tell me that no man has ever gone beyond these mountains and survived.

Should I fight them? Or tell them my story? Or do something else?