I could hear my old man and mom; their footsteps non-stop inside the beloved wooden home. I could also hear Little Sis's cries; she seemed to have lost her white toy kitten with strange fur. While they were all running errands, I lay on my bed, without a care in the world.
As I turned around in my comfy mattress, I then felt a pull on my blanket. At first, it was a weak pull, but the second one was stronger that I lost contact with the blanket.
"Son, it is 9 in the morning," my old man said. "Please wake up!"
Feeling groggy, I wanted to continue sleeping, but the old man beat my shoulder up several times. Thus, I got up anyway. Instant shower and breakfast followed. I began the day at 10.
It was a beautiful morning. The birds were singing, flowers blooming, and children playing in the playground near my home. My adopted kitten was chasing a frog, while another looked at me with its cute eyes. Sadly, I had no time to play with either of them, for I had to embark on an epic journey.
Lucky for me, the weather was good. The weatherman reported of beautiful weather, little chance of rain or thunderstorm. I feared the latter, for it could destroy not only homes, but also daily plans. I made a call to my trusted friend, the taxi driver, Mr. Raju, who arrived in the nick of time. How he did it remained a mystery.
"Good morning to you, kid," Mr. Raju greeted me.
"Good morning to you, too, good friend," I replied.
"Off to where?"
"Mount Ebott, please."
"Mount Ebott?"
"Yeah. I could do with some fresh air up there."
Mr. Raju grinned and drove on.
The taxi arrived at Mount Ebott. It took 30 minutes, but no matter how long, it was always going to be sweet riding with Mr. Raju.
"Thanks," I said as I shook his hand.
"You're most welcome," he replied with his usual grin, while his mustache resembled a smile, too.
It was an exciting moment, for I had never reached Mount Ebott before. No one in my family ever did, so it could count as a historic moment. Either way, I was overjoyed.
I saw a cave in the mountain, and it as if cried out to anyone who saw it, to enter and explore its mysteries. From afar, it definitely looked mysterious; just what I needed because I love adventure.
I carefully set foot into the cave. I had to be extra careful at the same time; who knows what could pop up out of nowhere and attack? I was also eager to find some hidden stuff, for places like these usually house treasure.
Legends also said that those who climbed up the mountain, never got back down. Whether or not that was true, I did not care, for my enthusiasm overshadowed my fear.
I was already a few inches into the cave. I looked around but saw nothing.
No matter, I thought. Time to march on.
March on I did, only to slip off after my right foot collided with a vine. I lost my balance, and fell to a hole in the middle of the cave.
I screamed loudly.
There was no one to rescue me; I had the impression that my bones would break once I make contact with the ground; my brain would shatter; blood would spill out like spilled milk from a large bottle.
Eyes closed; anticipating the worst as I quickly make my descent to the core of the earth.