Minetale: Story Mode

Fallen Down

“Ew.”

The teenager no more than 19 raised his black boot from the damp mud from an earlier rain, shivering silently.

His name was Jesse.

It was a chilly day in the beginning of autumn. Rain had fallen that morning, and the clouds of grey were covering the sky like a wispy blanket.

It was a comfortable chilliness, crisp as leaves in shades of auburn, yellow orange, and golden swilled in large piles on the seafoam splashed hills.

Tress covered the landscape, and out emerged Jesse, in his usual oversized puffy sleeved sweater, holding out a wooden sword that had been given to him as a gift.

His head poked out from between the trees, looking both ways, his mop of dark black hair swaying. He brushed the dust off of his cocoa skin and continued on.

A small pig followed him, full of mud, coral and rose shades of pink shining through as the small pig no bigger than an otter sniffed the air.

Squealing, the small pig ran through the crunching leaves, his scents alive with the damp post-rain air. The clouds continued to swirl.

Jesse looked past all of the valleys, and of the hills of lime and seafoam, a thin line of teal splashed just beneath the grey blanket of clouds.

Jesse settled near a tree stub, sitting and setting down his wooden sword, carved and polished, though just a toy. 

The pig laid at his feet.

His khakis held a map, a scattered swirling blue cyan line that led through the damp thin parchment paper, stopping at a tall hill.

Mt. Cabbo.

Well okay, it was a straight up mountain, peaked with freshly fallen snow, streams and trees melting into its surface as clouds swooped by.

It could be seen from the very distance, past all the valleys. Jesse stashed away his map, and a breeze licked his bare knees.

Jesse shivered.

“Man I need longer pants,” he commented under his breath, as if it was a warning to his khakis, who was meant to be short.

“Common Rueben,” Jesse said, pointing to the mountain, foggy in the distance. Rueben stood, the small pig stumbling. Jesse laughed.

Picking up the barely 5 month old pig, the two went off in search of the mountain. A few skeletons stiffly walked by, waving at the boy before continuing on.

Rueben melted into Jesse’s arms, becoming a web of coral and rose, snoozing as the boy walked up a slope, breathing quite heavily.

Finally, Jesse looked up to see the snow crumbling on the peak of the mountain, and his mouth fell open ever so slightly.

Rueben had awoken at this point and yawned, jumping out of Jesse’s arms and shaking himself. Jesse laughed.

He sighed.

“Well…nothing like a good hike to start your day off,” The young male commented, smiling against his companion’s ambitions.

The two continued up to mountain, taking breaks along the edges to build fires and eat food, Jesse occasionally pulling out his map.

After snuffing out yet another fire, rain had settled once again, scattering across the earth lightly in a calming fog.

Jesse smiled as rain dripped onto his sweater, and Rueben ran around, the baby pig squealing wildly in abashment and excitement.