Where are they? They couldn’t see anything. It’s like they fell into a deep hole. They try to feel their way around the darkness but they couldn’t touch anything solid. Again Grizzlebark never said anything about this abyss, or should there be a passageway here he forgot to mention? Van keeps his eyes open for a glint of light or something. “Ouch, Alice my foot,” Van groaned. “I’m with Don Van, I got his arm.” “That’s my arm Alice,” Cara retorted. “Well, it’s probably…” “Yeah that’s right, blame me Van,” Kirsten said harshly. “Wait, I have a flashlight here,” Don added. Don’s tactical light is powerful enough to illuminate the darkness for several feet. It’s actually Don who stepped on Van’s foot. Alice had grabbed Cara’s arm out of fear of being left in the darkness. Kirsten is on her knees and looking clueless. “This isn’t the school ground,” Don noted. “Are you sure your feathered friend is telling the truth,” Kirsten muttered to Van. “For your in
They feel as light as feathers when they wake up from their nap, like all of their earthly burdens are taken away. Everything around them has a different air now, and it’s like they are still floating in a dream world. The dreamy sensation is further enhanced by the overwhelming beauty of their surroundings, from the house to their stunning host. And they have to pinch themselves repeatedly to check if they are now wide awake. “Come and join me in the table,” the woman called them. “It’s already dinner?” Alice asked while flattening her dishevelled hair. “Goodness, we overslept,” Van said, mildly embarrassed for their excess. “How long did we sleep,” Don then asked. “Just long enough for you to be properly rested,” the woman replied, her smile ever sweeter. “You’re being generous but…”Van meant to say that we should go now, but his jaws seem to loose strength and freeze in mid-speech. “Now enough of that, everyone to the table,” the woman said to them g
“Can’t you see Van that I’m cursed,” said Cara after seeing the disbelief in Van’s face. “But it’s hard to prove Cara,” Van replied. He stowed the mirror back to his pocket, and it continues to glow. “Van, the moment I saw her, I felt unnaturally weak. And when you’re not looking, she muttered something incomprehensible, and I fell ill!” Van meant to say he didn’t saw her do that, but he holds his tongue. Since he and the rest are simply too sleepy to be observant to their surroundings, he can’t disprove that either. And Cara is not the type of person that will just accuse someone straightaway. And his dream comes to mind. You can never go back to your world. That’s what the voice keeps saying. What if it’s not a dream but a vision? A warning he must take heed. The mirror in his pocket is again making a non-verbal reminder in his mind and it says listen to your friend. “The best thing we could do now is to get away from here. Let’s wake the others,” Cara suggest
Van can’t see how they will escape this time. They are cornered in a cramped room with the only exit blocked by the very person they are running away from. He doesn’t want to think that this is it and they are doomed. There must be a way out of here; he just has to think hard. “Oh, would you look at where we ended,” Kirsten said innocently. “You are really kind to us but we should go now,” Alice chuckled, a muscle shaking on her cheek.Van clenches his fist and steps forward. “Well, it’s really not polite to go running around in your house, after all the kind things you did to us. But we really need to go now,” he pleaded hopefully, though he knew all along that this won’t work at all. The woman’s expression brightens, but their surroundings seem to get foggy. Numb sensations began to spread from their extremities and their vision blurs. “Naughty are we,” the woman said, her voice sounding distant, “Let’s leave it here everyone, back to beds now.” “I can’t,
“I see, you know Hanan, my mother,” Ana laughed, and only meaningless blabbers escape from Van’s lips. “She’s your mother?” Van managed to say. “Glad you still remember me Van,” Hanan said. And for Van, there is nothing stranger than seeing a mother that looks younger than him. “How can I forget how you almost caused me my school diploma,” Van muttered, as flashbacks of the Principal’s office replays in his mind. “You know her Van,” Don whispered as the rest try to relate to what is happening. “Remember when I was caught in the restricted hallway, and I kept saying I’m seeing an invisible girl?” “You mean that’s her Van…” “Yup, here she is,” Van answered. “And I didn’t believed you Van,” Alice said, her voice small and guilty.And their conversation is briefly interrupted by something grey and feathery. “Are they okay, I heard Azazel got them,” the Pigeon said in a panicky voice. “They are okay, don’t worry,” Ana answered as the Pigeon lands on Hana
About the Author Mamerto I. Relativo Jr. is an engineer in the Philippines, and writes for Hubpages in his free time. As of today, he authored almost 200 articles in Hubpages.
Enter At Your Own RiskGraduation day is fast approaching, and finally Van will be free from the stresses of high school life. For one thing, there is nothing romantic about studying in Lister’s Academy. It’s a daily torture where they are made to follow stupid school rules and endure ill-tempered teachers. For another, the place crawls with haughty school-mates, and who knows if they really learned anything useful. In fact, in his stay here his Math never improved at all. “And I should be given a medal for surviving an encounter with bullies,” Van boasted to his friends as they take a walk in the school ground one morning. Van pulled out a mirror and checks himself. And staring back from the mirror is a skinny boy with shadowy eyes, pale face and long fringes. “Did it occur to you that it’s you who have a problem?” His friend, a short haired girl in track suit said. She vividly recalls how Van chased-off a gang of bullies with a box cutter. “Hah! So being diffe
The story of Van’s misadventure in the deserted corridor is quick to spread. At first his friends cannot believe it, and they only did when they meet Van moments later outside the Principal’s office. “Okay Van, tell us what you did,” said Alice sounding shocked and disappointed all the same. Van is not really in the mood right now to recount what happened. He just survived an excruciating hour in the Principal’s office and he reckons his ears are now bleeding after hearing words like idiot boy, or stupid lad, and mischief. Nevertheless, he did tell his friends what happened and as what is expected, no one believed his story that an invisible girl in black is to be blamed. “You’re joking,” Alice said for Van is insisting that he is telling the truth. “Do I look like I’m joking?” He replied coolly. “No wonder why the Principal is furious, it’s like telling him a Sasquatch broke into your home and ate your homework.” And as if the hour-long verbal abuse by the
About the Author Mamerto I. Relativo Jr. is an engineer in the Philippines, and writes for Hubpages in his free time. As of today, he authored almost 200 articles in Hubpages.
“I see, you know Hanan, my mother,” Ana laughed, and only meaningless blabbers escape from Van’s lips. “She’s your mother?” Van managed to say. “Glad you still remember me Van,” Hanan said. And for Van, there is nothing stranger than seeing a mother that looks younger than him. “How can I forget how you almost caused me my school diploma,” Van muttered, as flashbacks of the Principal’s office replays in his mind. “You know her Van,” Don whispered as the rest try to relate to what is happening. “Remember when I was caught in the restricted hallway, and I kept saying I’m seeing an invisible girl?” “You mean that’s her Van…” “Yup, here she is,” Van answered. “And I didn’t believed you Van,” Alice said, her voice small and guilty.And their conversation is briefly interrupted by something grey and feathery. “Are they okay, I heard Azazel got them,” the Pigeon said in a panicky voice. “They are okay, don’t worry,” Ana answered as the Pigeon lands on Hana
Van can’t see how they will escape this time. They are cornered in a cramped room with the only exit blocked by the very person they are running away from. He doesn’t want to think that this is it and they are doomed. There must be a way out of here; he just has to think hard. “Oh, would you look at where we ended,” Kirsten said innocently. “You are really kind to us but we should go now,” Alice chuckled, a muscle shaking on her cheek.Van clenches his fist and steps forward. “Well, it’s really not polite to go running around in your house, after all the kind things you did to us. But we really need to go now,” he pleaded hopefully, though he knew all along that this won’t work at all. The woman’s expression brightens, but their surroundings seem to get foggy. Numb sensations began to spread from their extremities and their vision blurs. “Naughty are we,” the woman said, her voice sounding distant, “Let’s leave it here everyone, back to beds now.” “I can’t,
“Can’t you see Van that I’m cursed,” said Cara after seeing the disbelief in Van’s face. “But it’s hard to prove Cara,” Van replied. He stowed the mirror back to his pocket, and it continues to glow. “Van, the moment I saw her, I felt unnaturally weak. And when you’re not looking, she muttered something incomprehensible, and I fell ill!” Van meant to say he didn’t saw her do that, but he holds his tongue. Since he and the rest are simply too sleepy to be observant to their surroundings, he can’t disprove that either. And Cara is not the type of person that will just accuse someone straightaway. And his dream comes to mind. You can never go back to your world. That’s what the voice keeps saying. What if it’s not a dream but a vision? A warning he must take heed. The mirror in his pocket is again making a non-verbal reminder in his mind and it says listen to your friend. “The best thing we could do now is to get away from here. Let’s wake the others,” Cara suggest
They feel as light as feathers when they wake up from their nap, like all of their earthly burdens are taken away. Everything around them has a different air now, and it’s like they are still floating in a dream world. The dreamy sensation is further enhanced by the overwhelming beauty of their surroundings, from the house to their stunning host. And they have to pinch themselves repeatedly to check if they are now wide awake. “Come and join me in the table,” the woman called them. “It’s already dinner?” Alice asked while flattening her dishevelled hair. “Goodness, we overslept,” Van said, mildly embarrassed for their excess. “How long did we sleep,” Don then asked. “Just long enough for you to be properly rested,” the woman replied, her smile ever sweeter. “You’re being generous but…”Van meant to say that we should go now, but his jaws seem to loose strength and freeze in mid-speech. “Now enough of that, everyone to the table,” the woman said to them g
Where are they? They couldn’t see anything. It’s like they fell into a deep hole. They try to feel their way around the darkness but they couldn’t touch anything solid. Again Grizzlebark never said anything about this abyss, or should there be a passageway here he forgot to mention? Van keeps his eyes open for a glint of light or something. “Ouch, Alice my foot,” Van groaned. “I’m with Don Van, I got his arm.” “That’s my arm Alice,” Cara retorted. “Well, it’s probably…” “Yeah that’s right, blame me Van,” Kirsten said harshly. “Wait, I have a flashlight here,” Don added. Don’s tactical light is powerful enough to illuminate the darkness for several feet. It’s actually Don who stepped on Van’s foot. Alice had grabbed Cara’s arm out of fear of being left in the darkness. Kirsten is on her knees and looking clueless. “This isn’t the school ground,” Don noted. “Are you sure your feathered friend is telling the truth,” Kirsten muttered to Van. “For your in
The pigeon found Kirsten just a stone’s throw away from the house of the statues. And when they get to her minutes later, she is neither crying nor panicking. She did look confused but Kirsten still manages to put on a haughty air. “I was about to find my way,” she said. With the pigeon’s help, they are able to navigate back to the clearing where the others are still waiting. Alice immediately gives Kirsten a slap for making them worry. Kirsten never dared to retort, maybe this is her way of saying thank you. “Let’s move now, I’m enough of this place,” Van muttered, “too bad we won’t be winning that prize.” “Believe me, it’s not worth it. Do you know Grizzlebark?” The pigeon said. “Yes, he is that large and old looking tree,” Van replied. “Hmm, you have met. Then what can you say about his fruit?” Van lets go a snort after the pigeon said those. “That’s the prize?” “A year’s supply,” the pigeon chuckled, “It’s just Grizzlebark’s way of getting rid of his
Yes, Kirsten is always been a burden to them and all she did is cried and complain. But as much as they want to leave her here where she would pester no one, Kirsten is still their schoolmate. They will be tormented forever by their conscience if something bad happens to her. And how would they explain to her parents that their good-for-nothing daughter had gone missing in this alien world?Just thinking about the troubles of diving into a potentially dangerous place to find a hated character proves to be unappealing. No one is able to come up with a concrete plan and whenever they tried to wrack their brains for ideas, their mind will just produce blank buzzing. “Do you think we should bring a small container, in case we only find bits of her,” Don chuckled savagely.This earned him an elbow from Alice. “Okay, okay I’m just joking! How about you Van,” Don whined. “We should get out of here now.” “And…” “No, Don we should move. It’s not safe here,” Van added
And Van wastes no time telling the others what Grizzlebark showed him. With an avid audiences listening to his tale, Kirsten included among them, Van is clearly enjoying himself. And when asked why Grizzlebark only spoke to him, Van is not sure what to say. Maybe Grizzlebark will only talk to someone who had the crazy idea of climbing his treacherous trunk. And Kirsten’s eyes flash when Van starts to explain to them that they will win an unspecified price if they beat the time in the hourglass. “I told you I never know,” said the annoyed Van when she asked him again what that prize could be. Kirsten looks more alive now and there is a strange glint in her eyes. It’s a common knowledge in school that she loves a good competition. “Disgusting,” Cara said. She just stepped on a fruit that fell from Grizzlebark. “Grizzlebark could use a bit of clean-up,” Alice muttered, for the surrounding ground is littered with fallen fruits. Van pockets some. It might come in usef