The sound of a catchy song blared throughout the relatively small room that Mocha inhabited. Said girl lazily sat up and dragged her hand over to her bedside desk and flipped her phone up to her ear as she answered.
"Hello?" Mocha's silky voice came out ragged as she held the phone close to her face.
"Oh! Look who is finally awake!" Lia, Mocha's best friend, screamed through the phone. Mocha pulled the phone far away from her ear as fast as she could. Mocha groaned as Lia continued on her rant. I swear, Mocha thought, this girl will never learn the difference between inside and outside voices! As Mocha finished her thought something that caught her attention pulled her back to the conversation on the phone. "I thought you were going to be awake earlier! But since you weren't I guess I can't tell you about the art project I had planned for you!" Mocha snapped the phone back to her ear.
"No! I'm listening. Please tell me!" Mocha was begging at this point. She loved art all to much, but never got many requests for paintings to be made or clothes to be tailored. She would jump at the mention of someone making any art anyways.
"Alright fine. But only this once!" Lia said with a sigh. Mocha perked up immediately.
"Okay, I'm listening." Mocha said all too excited.
"Okay. Let's start then." Lia's voice became suddenly more serious. "Do you know Mt. Ebott?" A slight shiver ran down Mocha's spine. How did she not know about Mt. Ebott? There were stories of children going up the mountain and never coming back. It was a terrifying place to say the least.
"Yeah, what about it?" Mocha said in affirmation
"Well, I am an aspiring architect and I wanted to know the layout of the cave at the top of the mountain. I was planning on going up there myself, then remembered how much you like to paint scenic views." Lia paused briefly before continuing. "What better view than me and the beautiful cavern before us as I map out the dimensions!" Lia said confidently and loudly. Making Mocha pull the phone slightly away from her face again. Placing the phone to her ear, she replied relaxedly.
"That sounds amazing. I'll go to the store today and get some canvas and paints." Mocha said again. Making a mental not to not forget to go the mountain before hand to see the color pallet required. The two then said their good byes and made plans to meet at a café before going to the mountain. Hanging up the phone, Mocha set it back down on the bed side table and got up lazily and shuffled over to the bathroom. She got ready for the day in peace.
When finished her long chestnut curls were tied back into a loose ponytail. She was wearing a pare of short shorts with black stockings underneath. She wore black boots that reached up to her knees and she wore a far too big blue and purple striped sweater on her top. She accessorized with the usual ring on her middle finger on her right hand and a earring of some skeletal dragon curling up her ear. Her half-blue, half-green eyes glinted in the sunlight as she swung her long legs over her motorcycle and revved the engine. Taking the black satchel from her shoulder she put it In front of herself in a small compartment and pulled out a black helmet. Mocha slipped it on over her curly locks and speed out of her driveway and down the dirt path to society.
Mocha preferred the solitude of the wilderness much more than she did of the bustling community of the town. Mocha was the complete opposite of Lia in every way. Lia loved to be around people, though her number of friends was limited. She was loud and out going. Mocha on the other hand was rather fond of her alone time, though she had many people that referred to themselves as her friends. Mocha was soft spoken and liked quiet places very much. Mocha thought about all these things as she made her way throughout the town and speeded down the high way In the direction of Mt. Ebott. Where Mocha would decide what color pallet she should get for the painting with Lia.
Finally arriving at the base of Mt. Ebott, Mocha swung her long, slender leg over the side of her motorcycle and tucked the helmet back inside the compartment in front of the seat and grabbed out her black satchel at the same time. Mocha quickly tossed the satchel over her shoulder and began to head up the long path that would eventually lead to the cave at the top of the mountain. As she walked, Mocha couldn't help but see some of the larger trees that she passed had engravings on them. She looked over at a familiar tree that stood in the middle of the large clearing. On the tree was only one engraving. Mocha hurried past the tree and did her best not to looked at the mark on it. After about an hour, Mocha reached the top of the mountain and saw a large cluster of rocks that looked like giant pillars. When they stopped they connected with a round dome-ish ceiling. Vines crawled up the pillars and wrapped themselves around the ceiling. It was a beautiful sight.
Mocha walked closer to the cave and once under the rocky ceiling saw that there was a large gaping whole in the center of the floor was covered in jagged rocks and roots that jutted up from the ground. Mocha made a mental note to avoid them and make sure she didn't trip into the cavern below. Finding the best spot for the painting, Mocha sat down in the edge of the cavern and began listing in a pad inside her satchel what colors she would need for the painting. There was a large rumbling sound and Mocha looked up from her list and did another survey of the area around her. Finding nothing suspicious, she continued to write down the paints required. The rumbling started again and it was much louder this time. The ground began to shake under Mocha.
Mocha quickly stood up and began to run out of the cave. Before she could even take one step the ground beneath her gave out sending Mocha falling into the giant cavern in the middle of the cave. She began to scream and flail wildly as she attempted to catch her fall. Her attempts were futile as she continued to fall. I'm going to hit the ground and die! Mocha thought in distress as the cavern seemed unending. She thought about hitting the ground and dying. The thought horrified Mocha so much that she began to cry. Hot tears stung her eyes as she continued to fall.
Finally, Mocha was able to see a small patch of flowers and she was rapidly getting closer to them. Suddenly Mocha's fall slowed to a gentle float as she kicked her feet and landed on the ground. She began to look about herself frantically and found she did not die, she was not injured and she was perfectly fine. Mocha took deep breaths to calm her pounding heart, finding it rather difficult. Mocha's heart returned to normal as she stood and began to walk through a small tunnel. Once she exited the tunnel, she found another patch of beautiful golden flowers. One flower turned around with a smile on it's 'face' and greeted Mocha in a high pitched voice.
"Howdy!"