And everything burned golden.

  The treetops, the snow, the mountain summit and all the clouds dancing around it, all of them were enlightened by the golden light of a sun that could not have been more brilliant.

  “You’re mine” proclaimed An’iel, the greediest of the dwarfs.

  A title you’d do well to appreciate, for dwarfs themselves already are the greediest race.

  Where money flows, they will follow. They would split heaven from earth if it brought them coin.

  It comes as no surprise, that the most profitable business ventures were led by them. Banks, Jewellery, Consulting, real estate, the arms, and automobile industry truly were the dwarf’s native land.

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  But not An’iel’s. No An’iel pursued far greater heights. The treasure he desired was not the clinking of coin, the shining of gems or the imposing aura of lavish architecture.

  No, his treasure, was the mountain gold. A gold that only after days, weeks, MONTHS of travel the most seasoned wanderers could hope to find.

  But today he did.

  Before his old eyes lay the grand vastness of the highest of valleys. Nestled between a wide mountain range and bathed in the pure Gold of Morning.

  It was but a Moment… before this spectacular display of natures beauty faded. But a moment before the chromatic game dimmed.

  But for An’iel it was eternity… a dream... fulfilment

  A single round tear swam across his thick beard, and then An’iel died.

  His lives mission fulfilled he would turn back to stone and come the next morning An’iel himself would be part of this world’s greatest treasure.

  He too would burn golden.