[ WP ] The mountains are waiting .

Like eternal sentinels, the mountains stood watching over the lands as long as the elders can remember. Dozens of tales, poems, and works of art have been made based around these mountains. Our entire culture has stemmed from the great roots of these granite citadels. The mountains are our greatest protector, our gods, and yet somehow our greatest enemy. 
 
 We do not know what lies beyond the mountains. Fantastic lights appear from behind the great stone guardians, illuminating the cool summer nights when we sleep. And yet, the mountains only watch. They face whatever makes these lights, and turn their gaze upon it as they do to us in the day. Our elders and ancient stories say it is an army of demons, using minerals from the earth to create strange, chemical devices to attempt to break down our gods. Yet the mountains lie still, only watching, only waiting. No one is sure what they are waiting for - the end of the world, the greatest assault from the demon army, or the slow, decrepit touch of time to fall upon their impenetrable flesh. All that we know is they will protect us from whatever horrors lie beyond their weary, eternal faces. 
 
 *This is my first post here, so hopefully it's not terrible. *
