Davine Mountain

Back in The past, it was all just peace and harmony and nothing violent happened. Way too peaceful that there were just millions of gardens, small villages, and grass fields.
"Davine", my father called. And yes, Davine is my name.
"Yes father, I'm coming", I replied.
I went downstairs and had a little cup of Joe.
"Good morning Davine, how was your sleep", he asked. 
"It was pretty good, I dreamed about something exciting".
"Like what", He pinched his beard.
"Like, climbing up a mountain or a building."
"Interesting of your thoughts, we do live next to a mountain, but your mother and I had never climbed a mountain before."
"How come?"
"Because climbing up a mountain is pretty dangerous and scary at the same time."
"To me, it really sounds fun. I wonder if I can have a chance to climb up a mountain?"
"No, you will not."
"What! But father I'm nineteen years old, Why not?!"
"Because I told you, Mountain is very dangerous and it will get you killed. Plus it will give you anxiety, stress, claustrophobia,  and terror. You and your mother and I are going to stay at the bottom of this village and live peacefully. Do you understand?"
"Yes father, I understand."

It was always like my parents and people in small villages are deers that are told to stay put and live peacefully or more like we're herbivorous living in a vegetarian palace away from the mountain with no dinosaur predators. They didn't want me to go to any place that was dangerous where they had an avalanche, rockfalls, wolf packs, bears, and earthquakes.
Sometimes I thought that this world gave me a chance for me to do something exciting.

Later, I started to work by cutting down a few trees. The chainsaw was pretty good enough to get someone killed by it. Even a novice should never try to fail a tree in any other direction except directly to the lean of the tree. It would actually be so cool using a chainsaw as a weapon, but then I would go to jail for that and it was a good thing I wasn't a type of person that killed many people like Harold Shipman who was a British killer. Killing may be fun and exciting, but however, it's barbaric and so cruel. Why not take a hike on a mountain? No barbaric and cruelty there.

Next morning, I decided to pack my stuff up and bought myself an ice pick, a rope, and a helmet from the cabin store. I drove in front of the mountain in my car and you know what I did? I climbed obviously, without my parents and the villagers knowing until they woke up and realized that I wasn't in a village. They found me climbing up from far away. I couldn't hear their voices because it was too far away, so I kept climbing for my first time. As I was climbing, my heart began to race and it was frightening the more I climbed. Knuckles whitening, stomach tightening, once bitten so many times burned. I did felt stressful, anxious, and scared. But it was better than being bored in peace because I've never felt those emotions before. I kept on climbing very carefully, even when I was scared and anxious that my head pounded and my vision was blurred and it felt like I will faint in any second. But I didn't know how to quit. I finally went to the top of the mountain. I struck the flag pole down on top of the mountain and shouted that I actually did it and it was a dream come true.

I easily climbed down from the mountain and noticed that there were crowds watching me.
"You're amazing, we've never seen anyone climbed to that mountain", One of the villagers said. Suddenly my father came in front of me and started with silence.
"Did... Did you climbed all the way to the top", my father asked.
"Yes... Father, It's boring living in a quiet bottom place. So I climbed the mountain and I didn't get injured", I replied.
"I see... Climbing a mountain is dangerous... But however, you're a very brave strong girl. Maybe I was wrong, staying in peace is indeed tedious. When I saw you climbing, I didn't believe that you would make it and I wanted you to get down from there, but I was wrong because you proved to me that you can do it."
"I know, and I got a lot of people watching me."
My father and I laughed.
One of the villagers came up to me.
"We've never seen anyone climb on that mountain and it's incredible, what's your name young lady", he asked.
"I am Davine Martin, and yes I've climbed the mountain", I replied.
"Your last name is similar to Mountain, how about we call you Davine Mountain."
And that's how I became Davine Mountain the Mountain Climber and after that, I've travelled so many places with mountains.