BironTale: Prologue
April 17, 2018
BironTale Chapter 2: Flowey
April 17, 2018

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 felt a pull on my blanket. At first, it was a weak pull, but it got stronger the second time.

“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 happily playing in the playground. Little Mittens chased a frog, while the doppelganger looked at me with its cute eyes. What a charmed little creature.

In the dated TV set, the weatherman reported of seasonable weather. I feared the raging shots from the sky, for it could potentially jeopardize my plans.

Regardless, I contacted a trusted friend, Mr. Raju, who arrived in the nick of time. How he did it remained a mystery.

“Good morning, kid,” Raju greeted me.

“Good morning to you, too,” I replied.

“Off to where?”

“Mount Ebott, please.”

Raju’s eyebrows raised. “Mount Ebott?”

“Yeah. I could do with some fresh air up there.”

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The taxi arrived at Mount Ebott. All in all, it took 30 minutes, but no matter, because Raju was one who would put his money where his mouth is, and never slack off for the sake of his reputation in his company.

“Thanks,” I said as I shook his hand.

“You’re most welcome,” he replied with his usual grin; 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 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 returned.

I did not care, for I was overwhelmed with enthusiasm and bravery. As a matter of fact, I was already a few inches into the cave.

Thin, long vines touched my shoestrings, nearly ripping it open. I lost my balance, and fell to a hole in the middle of the cave.

I screamed but to no avail.

There was no one to rescue me; I had the impression my bones would break once I make contact with the ground; my brain would shatter; blood would spill out like three gallons of spilled milk.

Eyes closed; anticipating the worst as I quickly make my descent to the core of the earth.

Oh no! What’s going to happen next???

Malaysian male. 20+ years old (almost). Libra. 

Speaks both Malay and English. Adjust based on circumstances😉

Proud Malaysian. proud of the country’s heritage😄

shame it’s being dragged down the drain😖but it will get better soon🙏

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Nasran Salleh
Nasran Salleh
Malaysian male. 20+ years old (almost). Libra.  Speaks both Malay and English. Adjust based on circumstances😉 Proud Malaysian. proud of the country's heritage😄 shame it's being dragged down the drain😖but it will get better soon🙏

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