Into the Unknown World

Chapter 2. The Devouring Cave

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We're getting deeper into the forest but the cannoyt-like, borruca-like, and other animals that look so threatening are not moving at all. Morning Dew still used to follow me behind grabbing my clothes and is about to scream. This guy is unbelievable. "It's okay, they are safe. They are not moving, you see." I teased him and I chuckled. You really are a coward Dew! Be like me! I want to be a Knight so I can be strong! Well, being a squire is one thing but becoming a Knight is really impossible. An elusive dream.

"Oh! I can see the entrance of the cave from here! Let's hurry Morning Dew! So we can give the hunted animals and feast on them later!" I told him haughtily. "Yes!" He replied quickly.

We raced until we were in the doorway of the cave, but the Dungeon of Monsters is such a silly way to scare children like us. What I can see is a mesmerizing cave that looks like a haven of crystals. I can see a variety of layers from the outside. How much more if we go further enough, huh? I stopped and looked at Morning Dew and pointed to the interior of the Crystal grottoes.

"No, Twig! We need to hurry and give these lifeless creatures! It's barely night time. People might remember that we've been away for so long, maybe they're going to start a search party! I'm going to get yet another punishment and ... and..." disturbed and upset, he started counting how the local residents are going to punish the misbehavior of the child.

"Alright! Stop blabbering now, worrywart! You should start aiming high, Dew. We're almost young adults. Quit your whimpering! Are you perhaps a scared child? We need to be squires! We. Need. Be. Squires! Understood?"

If we don't do this, how can we leave our status as sons of serfs? We really need to dispel the uncertainty that there is nothing else we can do about it, that is.

"Huh! We can't even pay for our independence. When we turn fifteen Luners, we'll be serfs like our poor parents! No one can change that." Refuting, as if he could read my thoughts.

"I can." I claim loftily. My resolve is indestructible. We just need to keep going before we have accomplished our great goal.

"Oh, really? How?" he turned down all my responses. Why does this man not have the same degree of resolution?

"With these crystals! I 'm going to get each of them and sell them to other merchants next season at the festival!" I responded, referring to the breathtaking crystals in front of us.

"Stop daydreaming, you idiot! Serfs are not allowed to sell anything in the market." Ignoring the precious gems in front of him, he begins crouching on a rugged, shaggy bristles, disheveled meadow grass.

"Says who? I can be a squire, I know! And I can ask Sir Lyol to sell these for me." Still not backing out. I arguably said it.

Morning Dew stopped talking for a while now while lying flat on the grass. He is certainly an easy guy to speak to. Well, we were born at the same time. That may be the reason why we share the same intentions periodically. He's an honest childhood companion for a reason. Oh! I am slamming these crystals like a soft rock with my blade. I got seven colours from them. This should do it!

I'm almost finished with the eighth when the land begins to tremble. Every quake also felt so strong that I fell on my knees. This is the very first time we've felt such a strong tremor. I realize how tough it is now to find precious metals beneath the surface. You're never going to know when this actually occurs. Dew hurried to ready his stuff when the cave abruptly opened wide, radiating a dazzling light from the ground. It's like there's a few more rare gems inside.

Yet...

However!

... And why this is shaking so hard!