He readjusted his grip on the tree. The branch creaked and whistled; he knew that he was about to fall. "I just need to reach the top," he reassured himself, though he knew this feat would be much more challenging than his others. The Axel Tree, a tree that went down in history books for its sheer longevity. Some have said that the tree is holy; a gift brought down by the Gods, though others just believe that it's sheer luck. The tree itself expands only upward and goes on into the clouds. It would be foolish for someone to even attempt to go up it, but here our adventurer was, holding on for dear life on one of its branches.
The adventurer slowly grabbed onto one of the higher branches, "just have to keep going," he repeated, until he eventually grabbed onto one of them. The branch was much more girthy, and strong, thus the adventurer had less of a hard time manoeuvring on it. He went into a sitting position and rested on the branch. 'Only a couple hundred more,' he said to himself, he could nearly touch the clouds. He's been doing this all day, and he is exhausted now. The adventurer resisted the urge to sleep on it. He finalized his break and continued across the tree.
His arms wobbled in exhaustion; the next branch was so close yet so far. He needed a drink, yet he already ran out of water a couple of hours ago. He grabbed the bark of the tree tightly and climbed up to the next branch. The bark was flimsy, sure, but he was almost at the next branch. He wobbly grabbed the branch and lied down upon it. Though, unfortunately, he neglected to acknowledge its size. The branch suddenly creaked, before it fell from the tree and started falling, bringing the adventurer with it.
The adventurer was plummeting to his doom, he quickly noticed a branch on a different side of the tree, taking his chances, he grabbed onto the flimsy bark of the tree and climbed towards the branch. His heart was beating like it never had before, he wanted to go home, though he was a couple thousand kilometres into the sky. He grabbed onto the branch, it didn't creak, though it was small. It was incredibly hard to keep himself on it due to its small size. He sighed, fed up with this tree and wishing to just go back home. That was when he heard a helicopter.
He almost forgot that he called a helicopter business to rescue him once he reached the top of the tree. He needed to gain the helicopter's attention, but how? He slowly went down to a bigger branch and looked around in his backpack. He took out some non-essential gear, and, to his relief, he found a flare-gun. Something which could finally bring him out of this hell. He shot, launching a crimson red ball of light which zoomed upwards, partnered by smoke. The helicopter came down and reached the adventurer. He went into it, releasing a great sigh of relief. "That's the last time I'm going on an adventure."