Molepire: The Serpent's Silver Tongue

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree - [4]

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The sun crawled over the mountain peak, the early morning rays slipping through the snowy hills. As the morning haze slowly faded into the ground, I ran up the cobblestone steps. 'Honestly, they should install a bubble elevator or some ladders,'  I thought, as I peered cautiously around; after yesterday's events, I wasn't in people's good books. According to the flying rumours surrounding the previous events, some say Cat killed Casper, while others claimed Casper threatened to blow up the entire community area. I, personally, refuse to believe my brother is capable of anything other than being a cocky twat - plus, Cat would've won that fight if it ever happened. Albeit, Casper did have stronger armour and he could fly but after those long, tedious battles we did within the small arena below the castle, he showed no remorse when the blade plunged into my chest over and over again.

As I rocked on my heels, whistling a tune, I heard small snippets of conversation. Frantically, I dashed to hide behind the kelp machine, holding my breath; though, you had to admit, Casper as king? I hadn't heard such a good joke in a while. I poked my head out, noticing it was the Faerie and the Nymph, both seemed too engrossed in their chatter to notice me. They both halted, reading an oak sign near one of the cobblestone pillars - it held up the small platform that the kelp farm was perched on - before exchanging glances before hurrying off. I let out my breath, fascinated by the signs.

As the words began to melt together like goop and the colour of the sign seemed to fade into the grass, I could only guess what it was; I scoffed, mumbling under my breath as I spotted a deep-slate structure. I approached it, eager to see what nonsense my brother was saying now; another oak sign was perched on the archway, but as I tried to make sense of the text, I safely assumed this was my brother's castle. I marched in, fidgeting with a small lever as I familiarised myself with the environment. Two basic spiral staircases lead to the roof as simple spruce planks covered the ground. I spun around, looking for his throne. All I could see was a pathetically constructed dirt throne; I laughed at his quaint attempt to hold the non-existent power he claimed he has. My laugh caught in my throat as I noticed the sign planted in front of it. I could barely make out the blocky, capitalised lettering of the sign.

"VIVA LA REVOLUTION!"

The fuck did that mean?

I shook my head softly, before an idea was weaved into my head. I smirked to myself as I grabbed the lever from my pocket, placing it on the wall. I quickly crafted some pressure plates and tossed them down too. I might as well join in, right? Casper is never around Mole Hole, he's always off mining for more diamonds. After a while, and multiple distractions, I stood back, admiring my handiwork; gold and iron weighted pressure plates littered the planks, buttons and levers adorning the walls. I began to walk out, feeling parched from all this hard work. I recalled one of the floors in the Hole having a cauldron, I could go for a coffee right about now.

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The kettle whistled, as I plucked it from the stand. I cursed quietly as I burnt my finger, the stinging sensation dulling to a small pinprick. I poured the steaming liquid into a mug, putting it back as I reached for the bucket of milk. I swirled the sugar, milk and water together, the smell of freshly made caffeine flowing throughout the echoing caverns. I sipped the piquant mixture, sighing contentedly. I steadily walked out of the room, deciding to walk through the staircases that ran throughout instead of risking my beverage on the ladders. The wind rattled the cave walls, the lanterns swaying with every shuddering heave of cold breeze - I reached the top, releasing a huff of relief. I took another sip, walking down the path towards Capper's castle. 

Suddenly, a body ran into me as my coffee spilled down their shirt. I inhaled sharply, scowling at this idiot. Frustration seethed from their eyes as I remembered that piercing gaze from yesterday. The small half-elf glared at me, trying to shake the coffee off their hands.