Short Stories/Drabbles

One Of You

Takes place in a alternet universe where it's different but similar to ours. If I feel like it I'll make a second part to it.

High above the clouds and low beneath the surface of the earth laid a cavern. Trekked with grass lands and tall dark yet beautiful trees it laid hidden from sight of the world. Small, almost as if laced together like a thick blanket covered vines hides the entrance to said cavern. Too high to reach and too low to follow it stood. The large mountain refused to have anyone near or on it but one person climbed the death mountain.

He refused to give in into the elements he came across. First was the ocean, refusing to drown he pushed his body to the limits to swim across the icy frigid waters. Then came the desert, the night and day could've killed him had he not planned ahead of time and studied for the trip.

The jungle threw harsh weather at him as it rained uncontrollably, or the animals that lived among the ground and trees tried to make him turn around. Well everything but the monkeys, they flat out tried murdering him.

Finally, the one area he hated most was the high altitudes of the mountain. Too high to breath normally he moved slow enough to adjust his lungs to the air. Every night he moved a few hundred feet, stop for an hour or so and then moved again.

The real hassle came when he had to search for the entrance, sure the vines covered the entrance but the snow covered the vines. He stumbled upon on the entrance to the lost cavern after realizing he had fallen in.

His screams could not be heard as he fallen into the dark hole with nothing but his pack and clothes on his back. The fall lasted hours but seemed like minutes or mear seconds to the young lad. Finally he hit the ground so hard it should've broken his entire body to make him look like a flat misshapen pancake.

But the gravity shifted.

Suffering only bruises and stratches he stood up, his legs wiggled like jell-o. Looking up he could hardly make out the light above which fades at a rapid rate. Quicky he pulled a lantern out of his pack and lit it, it had only received a small crack on the glass. The light reflected off the walls, an erie feeling clouded his judgement as he followed the trail before him.

Muttering to himself to stay calm he prevailed forward. Marking the walls with white chalk to find his way back, or maybe for someone to fine where he died in later years. Stumbling over small rocks and large pebbles gave him the sense that there would only be more to find.

Then his true test came before him. A large opening of the cavern. And in the center was a large rock made to look like a nicely cut round table as if nature or rock formation decided on this design personally. And in the very center he began to wish he never came down here in the first place.

Pete, our young explorer, couldn't believe it. He ran, swam, climbed so far and so long only to be met with this.

A small purple and blue stone.

The one thing he hoped he wouldn't have to come across in the final stages. Another rock he could simply trip over.

All of a sudden he snapped. Pete yelled in frustration, anger, sadness, and his hidden desire to inpress his family that he had done it had been shattered to pieces.

He picked up the rock he threw it the second he had a good grip on it, he threw it so hard against the cavern walls it would've shattered like his desire. He threw his bag to the ground, his canteen aside as his water spilled and his lantern burned on the cave floor. Nothing looked salvageable if he continued to throw a tantrum.

Tears prickled his eyes as he thought over his defeat. The only way his family would live, or survive even, is if they joined him. But he couldn't allow this. He went through hell and back only to have a rack to make up for it. Sighing he looked to where the rock had landed. Towards the corner of the cavern it laid.