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She never told me, she died an she still never told me. She never told me whom she loved, she never told me whom she hated. She never told me anything other than the same story everyone else got. I'm her daughter, I'm her daughter and yet she still didn't tell me. She never once let me in.

I really only found a piece of the truth when I inherited her journal after she died.
My supposed father was never around to tell me, he wasn't around period. I never met him, and every time I'd ask, my mother would tell me he is never coming back. That is all she would say, that is all I'd ever get.

My mother and I never really talked, I always felt like just a reminder of something she'd rather forget. We are strangers to each other, always have been. She never shared, and she never listened. Her journal is all I have about her, I read it and I was only left with more unanswered questions.

But, now I know more of the story, and where I'll need to go to find answers. Im going to the mountain, and my mother isnt here to stop me. The curse was a mistake, one that im going to fix. Why she never did is beyond me. She could've at least tried, even if it didn't work, she could've just tried.

She could've been scared, hell, I'm scared. Monsters have been underground for a longtime, and had to deal with a curse at the same time. Who knows how much hatred they could be harboring towards humans. Or more specifically, my family line. I wish my mother never cast that stupid curse.

I know she couldn't control it, but if she wasn't so adamant about keeping everything locked inside, this never would've happend. The strength of magic is linked to ones level of emotion, just as ones soul is linked to thier personality. She bottled everything inside and when she couldn't any longer it all came out.

One trigger word, and the bottle broke.

Her scarf, the mention of her scarf and she was set off. Emotions that have been building for years exploding, her inner walls falling like domino's, only for her to resume building them back up again atop the rubble. She never told me why the scarf meant so much to her, and she never wrote it down.

So im climbing this mountain, seeking answers to questions plaguing my mind, in a search of solace. As well as to fix an inherited past mistake. The mountain looms before me, and my courageous front falls to pieces. Im scared. Now that im here, its alot more terrifying than just the thought. But I have to do this.

I pull myself together and climb the mountain.

I reach a cave entrance, this should be it. I walk inside, searching for a doorway of some kind. Only for me to trip on a root and fall down a hole. Its at these moments in which I question my life choices. I use a bit of magic to soften the landing, the impact still hurts like h*ll though.

I'll probably have some nasty bruises later if not already. I get up and look around, there seems to be a huge doorway leading somewhere; it seems as if ive stumbled across my destination, literally. I walk over to it, pausing to look back at where I fell, there seems to be a pile of leaves.

Its not too unusual, considering they could've just been blown down here. Though, its strange to find them in a seemingly perfect pile. I continue through the doorway into a dark room, and quickly walk through it. I make my way past several deactivated puzzles until i reach a ghost blocking my path.

Said ghost seems to be pretending to sleep. I try waking it up, but my hand phases through. So I just walk through it and continue on my way. Eventually I reach a house like place, I enter to find a room with a staircase and no one inside. I continue through, no point in stopping here.

I head down the staircase and into a hall. The pathway snakes around a bit before eventually I reach another door. I take a moment to actually look at it. There's huge cracks, that of which seem to be held together by some sort of wire or rope. Whatever is holding it together seems to be pretty (dur)door-able.

I doubt it will fall apart if i try to open it. I carefully open and walk through the door only to be hit in the face with a cold wind. I struggle to close the door behind me, but do it non the less. Then another cold wind smacks me in the face as i turn to face the new place im in.

Once I finally am able to adjust to the wind blowing against me, a friggin leaf around the same size of my hand, lands smack dab in the middle of my face. Im starting to think the weather here just doesnt like me or something. I pull the leaf off my face, luckily my glasses were there to protect my eyes.

Then I realize I've just been hit in the face by a leaf. How the heck did a leaf get this far in here?! Now that I can finally look around me, I immediately take notice of the trees. There are trees down here? How the frick are there trees down here?! There are some trees that can grow underground, but not like this!

These are huge, and there's so many! I look down at the leaf covered path in front of me, and its freaking amazing! A environmental mystery, all I can ask is how?! Oh wait...'magic' of course, almost forgot about that. As i walk down the path, the leaves crunch beneath my feet.

I walk along the path, till I reach what seems to be a bridge of sorts. A structurally unstable one at that. I might as well just cross it while its somewhat stable. Worst comes to worst I'll just have to use my magic to cross the rest of the way. Im hoping to avoid using magic though.

I dont want to give away that im a mage this early on.

I cross over the bridge. Lucky for me, it doesn't break, and I continue to make my way down the path. Eventually I reach a split in the path. I don't really have a map of this place, so I'm left guessing where to go. I decide to choose the left most path, only to find a river blocking my path.

However, before I can turn around and try the other route, I suddenly get pushed into the river. I try to spot who or what it was that pushed me into the river as im drifting down stream, but to no avail. The water is freezing, I honestly just hope I dont die from hypothermia.

After drifting down stream for awhile, eventually I spot what seems to be a doggo type monster doing something with ice down stream from me. That sure as h*ll explains why it was so cold, besides the obvious answer that is the ice lining the edges of the river. Could it be seasons changing?

I can't help but wonder if I'll soon have to deal with snowfall. Is it even possible for it to snow underground? I mean, there are trees down here aren't there? And snow..so that probably means it's possible...On a different note, I call out to the doggo hoping for some help.

Honesty I'd be ok with just any positive response resulting in getting me out of the water. It takes awhile, but he eventually takes notice of me as I get closer to him. I notice various scars littering his body, and my focus shifts back to the mission at hand.

He lifts me out of the water and tosses me out onto the river bank, all while grumbling something about how he doesn't get paid enough for this. I can't help but wonder if random people falling into the river is a regular thing this poor guy has to deal with.

I am cold and wet and covered in leaves an dirt, and frankly I'm grateful I'm not dead yet. Thus I continue on my journey. Her journal mentioned a love interest of sorts that she had, so I figure they might have some answers. I never knew my father so I might even get answers about that too.

I'm pretty sure I'm not half monster, but then again, the monster she spoke of is a skeleton monster. Thus, I can't exactly turn down the possibility till I'm absolutely certain. The journal described a few things about him. Like how annoying he is, and how he is unable to comprehend the idea of a neighbors property being off limits.

Apparently he had a knack for invading her ice castle. Good for him. It'd be nice if there was actually something useful in the journal that could help me find him. The only clue I have is the initial G on a letter addressed to my mother written in a font that I can't read, 'lucky me'. I kinda wonder who pushed me in that river though..

Maybe I should be more cautious..

I pull my hood over my head, and cover my face with my scarf. I walk through a town and spot a rather warm and homely looking establishment. I walk inside to see more monsters, and their bodies littered with scars. My resolve tightens. I have to fix this. I spot a hot guy manning the bar..literally he is fire.

He looks to be around my age. I could be wrong though. He waves at me for some reason. Maybe it's customary or something? I wave back, feeling obligated to do so. He blinks strangely as if he was in disbelief. Was I not supposed to wave back? Oh well.. it's too late to take it back now. I walk over to him.

He greets me rather awkwardly, and it almost looks as if he's blushing. He's kinda cute.. What? I can like a monster if I want to. Just because my mom did doesn't mean I can't. I ask for a spiced cider and fork over the appropriate currency. He nods and leaves, shortly returning with a warm, cinnamon apple spice, caramel red, sparkling cider.

D*mn I love a good spiced cider. It's the truest comfort, I swear. All I need now is a fluffy blanket to bury myself in, and a good book. I wonder if there are any libraries down here? Hold up, I'm getting side tracked. I need to focus on finding whoever this G guy is. Then again..I might find something about him at a library..maybe?

I should probably ask around first though. I ask mister hot stuff if he knows where I can find a G. He seems to recognize the Initial. He somehow pulls a parcore move out of seemingly nowhere, winding up on the same side of the bar as me. I am then ushered out of the building, and directed to a house not too far away.

Fortunately, I grabbed my drink before being dragged outside. Unfortunately, it's cold now.. He must have noticed my slight downcast expression pointed toward my drink, because he heats it back up for me. D*mn this guy is so sweet, I'm in love. I thank him, and hand him my phone number. I think he is blushing, I'm pretty sure.

We part ways, and I head towards the house and hopefully G. As I approach I can't help but feel anxious about how this is going to go. Have I even really thought of what I'm going to say? Before I realize it, I'm standing directly in front of the building where I will supposedly find him.

I knock on the door.