His gaze was keen. His hopes were high. William the 2nd, so soon parted from his dear father, could not bear the solitude of the Holdafast for much longer. He had always felt a close connection to the utmost heights, and the simplicity of an honest day's hike away from the social masks and master plans of his fellow lords. He left on fond terms with his parents, themselves seeming to know more about the call of adventure than they spoke of.>Years 1-3
Grip the stone. Push from your calves. Up in the cold air, youthful fire birthed cautious excitement as the alpines tempered the fire in Bill's heart with it's manifold hazards. Always an agent to others, he made his living satiated by the thrill of the climb yet lonesome when it ended.
The Climber was welcome respite to Bill, and he to her. Climbing together, what was once a solemn affair became a joyous competition. As a child Bill never got to bring friends when taught to govern or joust, and the feisty young woman matched his sharp tongue word for word.
The giant took them nearly unaware, in each others' embrace. It was the ropework they practiced together that saved them. As he fell, the giant called out "You climb like a younger man, nothing held back. Admirable, but mistaken"
Years 4-6: Philosopher
Identity. Agency. Bill had often contemplated where in the Center he might find it, but it was an old man with a love of spiced foods that gave voice to his inner doubts. Bill found himself drawn to the Oracle for doubts years of proving himself could not dispel.
Introspection became the mother of insight. On another climb, William and the Climber met the giant yet again, thinking he had corralled them into the a natural arena. Yet it was the gift of one of Bill's many clients that won the day, when this time the giant's own strength became his undoingt-and as he took an arrow through the head, Bill reflected there were many valid reasons to shoot a man before throwing him to the plains.