After showering and donning a fresh pair of clothes, Oliver looked around at his new room. The wrought iron queen bed was the centrepiece of the room, but there was a window looking out at the bustling cave city above the wooden desk at the wall across from the door. On the desk, there was a blossoming cactus. There were also 2 bookshelves on either side of the desk, with most of his favourite books, like Little Women, Project Hail Mary, Ready Player One, and The Hunger Games.
He wondered why he wasn't more scared to be here. He'd just been kidnapped by birds and taken to a secret cave society after all. But, here, everyone was nice to him. No one was trying to pull all the strings on his life. He was no one's glaring failure. He didn't have to hide or lead a double life; he could just be. And he could be with all the really nice people he'd just met. People who were like him.
He fell asleep (mostly) content, and woke to the smell of fresh bread and 'Goodbye Yellow Brick Road' playing in the kitchen speakers. He got up, changed, brushed his teeth, and joined Rowan in the kitchen. After breakfast, they went out to the mountains and hiked up just above the cave opening. They sat in the snow and stared out at the autumn landscapes, listening to the cries of the birds. Oliver couldn't help but stare at Rowan, with his fluffy blonde hair resembling a cloud stained in gold by the sunset. He had blue-green eyes that perfectly matched the colour of the firs and long, black eyelashes. Oliver traced Rowan's soft jawline with his eyes, a slight smile brought to his lips.
And then Rowan caught him staring. Oliver blushed profusely.Oliver greatly resembled a lobster."You have a zit in your ear."He blurted out, cursing to himself in his head. He was brought out of his trance of awkward silent embarrassment by Rowan's:
'What the shit is that?!"
Ollie turned to look in the direction where Rowan was pointing. He didn't have to wait long before his eyes were assaulted by the thick clouds of black smoke erupting from the forest. Rowan started coughing up blood, and his eyes started watering. Oliver's own throat felt as dry as the gobi desert.
"Run!" He croaked, grabbing Rowan's hand. The two hurried back towards the mouth of the cave, tripping over shrubs and rocks in the thick black smoke that made it difficult to see past two feet ahead. Finally, Rowan's hand that had been guiding them blindly across the cliff face fell on nothing, and the two fell in a heap on the floor of the cave.
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The Birds
PertualanganOliver never thought any of this would happen. Of course he wouldn't, as it was very rare for people to be carried off into the sky by a million birds. lol, I'm bad at descriptions, but there's a lot of representation, and the writing is pretty good.
