There was a man who had never done anything out of the normal in his life. David Field was pushing forty and he wasn't married and never had been. David had degrees from various colleges and could fit the criteria for mostly any job that he wanted. All of his life he had been bound to his work, all he did was sleep eat and work. This man had no friends of his own to support him, but this was his chance to do something important; to do something that would change his life.
When David Field was a child he use to dream of ascending Everest; one of the greatest mountains in the world, but his parents hastily dismissed the dream of their child and he had forgotten until now the feeling of excitement he had felt. In his long time career as a writer Field had finally drawn the wildcard of his dreams. The Iliad Press asked him to write a book about the hard life on Everest. Not more than a month ago this form of writing would go by David untouched.
Finally the time came for the flight to Tibet. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to climb Everest. He had no one to say goodbye to, and no one to miss him if he never came back. David took one last look around; even if he did come back it would never be the same after climbing the great mountain. On the 22-hour flight when David slept he imagined what expression he would have on his face if he ever reached the top of Everest.
After the long flight the plane landed roughly. David stepped out into the cold air. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain he met the Sherpa that would be guiding him to the base camp. The strange mountain man gave David a primary key that would unlock the mess hall and his cabin. When he walked into the sparsely coldly decorated room in the cabin he had an odd feeling about the place. When it came to dinner time all of the other climbers that were there to make it to Everest's summit for 20,000 dollars a pop, came to eat. The one person who stood out of them all was a man with graying hair and an eerie sophisticated look. He pulled a small box out of his pack that held a tea set; he separated the cups and pitcher from the set and proceeded to make tea for himself. Looking at all of the men, David started to think of turning back, Maybe it was safer to stay off of the mountain of no return…