You trudge on, trying to focus away from your burning muscles. Suddenly, to your surprise, there are no more steps ahead of you. Only the top of the Centerpoint crowned by a young, supple sapling ringed by tall stone pillars that tower well above a man's average height.

You heave a great sigh and collapse under the thin tree. It sways under your weight and then settles as you lean back and close your eyes. The wind whistles in your ears, and the high altitude gives you a heady feeling. After catching your breath, you open your eyes and gaze about.

Centerpoint was aptly named. This seems to be the very center of Fantasy itself, and from this vantage point, if you look carefully, you can see all of the realm. You turn around and around, checking for familiar landmarks. You observe a dark green smudge, which must be a forest. Green pastures are scattered about, tiny white and brown, and occasionally black, dots scamper around at a snail's pace. A river runs swiftly and surely, and there are even some tiny buildings. The clouds then close in and obscure your view.

The thought of being able to see all of Fantasy from one place makes you smile. You rest for the oncoming trip, although going down will be much easier than coming up. You envy the Angels, the Daemons, and those with wings who do not have to go through this much effort to glimpse their wonderous surroundings.

Stumble your way back to the Crossroads