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It was an evening that Maple would not soon forget. The spring trees were shimmering with life, basking in the glory of the sun, and the beautiful flowers and roses were starting to bloom happily in the warm, shining sun. With little a care in the world, all of this life, and happiness was stored away on a rather isolate part of the island, where nothing, and by all literal means, nothing happened.
It was this that likely drove a rather young, 19 year old virgin girl to the edge. Her hormones were acting up, but her village was so calm, that marriages and relationships were more organized by parents than anything else. And like many who share her tale of her experience, she held no love for the boy she was asked to marry. He was kind, sweet, and a hard worker; a living image of his father, to be sure. But, Maple was no ordinary girl, which was something even she was oblivious to. For, one day, she would discover her true destiny, and the reason behind the feeling of ostracism from her village, following her lust for adventure... As well as her other 'lusts'
On a random spur, Maple had decided she was going to explore, to go on an adventure like the men and women mentioned in the stories, who came to the island she was born on in search of wealth, land, and not to mention adventure.
Taking a small hunting knife used by her father, as well as a pack containing food, a rolled up sleeping bed, as well as other items one would be expected to carry, Maple prepared herself as best she could with childish glee, no doubt, her heart likely beating with anticipation, eager to live the life of an adventurer, even if only for a day. And it was on this day, she decided, that she was going to do just that.
Walking to the village border, Maple told the town watch that she was going to be collecting more mushrooms because she'd gotten bored. The middle aged man looked up at the sky with concern, "Are you sure, Red?" he asked her, "Night's almost here, and I don't need to tell you those stories about monsters snatching people up at night, do I?"
An acknowledgment, followed with persistence was all she needed to use to persuade the laid back man. And with many steps, each one seeming more intense than the last, Maple set out on her adventure. Walking steadily through the forest path, afraid, even now to stray from it, until, as if coming forth as a sign of misfortune, a heavy rain blocked the sky light, and obstructed what was supposed to be a beautiful day.
Stepping quickly to search for shelter from the rain, seeking anything, Maple suddenly found that she lost her footing near the edge of a small landing, not 10 feet off the ground, and fell down, off the path. And as if to add insult to injury, Maple slid even more, down the slope of the mountain, taking many twists and turns, until she had lost all sense of direction. And in the following moments, the ground evened out enough to allow her to stop her decent, and get back to her footing, the rain offering a gift through the curse as the pure waters falling from the sky cleaned her bonnet, and coat of the mud to some degree.
But now, panic would flood Maple's mind; she had gone off from the path! And worse, she lost her way, with little clue as to how she'd get back on the path! Her clothes were soaked, and a positive attitude right now would be a difficult one to uphold, until the sounds of a cave, one she'd come to recognize with her experience in the wilderness, greeted her.
It was an odd cave, with a rather large opening. Images of paranoia, those of monsters living in caves such as this flooded her mind, and how mother, father, and even her grandmother warned her about monster dens, and that she should never enter anything that even looks remotely like one... But, the fact is, she is liable to become sick if she remains in the rain. A small cough was starting, and it would only make her adventure even worse if she spent it sick... On the other hand, if there ARE monsters within the cave... What would she do if they caught her? Or worse, what would THEY do if they caught her?
She would make her decision, standing in the rain, to either enter the cave, or pass it, with each choice having their own ups and downs...
It was this that likely drove a rather young, 19 year old virgin girl to the edge. Her hormones were acting up, but her village was so calm, that marriages and relationships were more organized by parents than anything else. And like many who share her tale of her experience, she held no love for the boy she was asked to marry. He was kind, sweet, and a hard worker; a living image of his father, to be sure. But, Maple was no ordinary girl, which was something even she was oblivious to. For, one day, she would discover her true destiny, and the reason behind the feeling of ostracism from her village, following her lust for adventure... As well as her other 'lusts'
On a random spur, Maple had decided she was going to explore, to go on an adventure like the men and women mentioned in the stories, who came to the island she was born on in search of wealth, land, and not to mention adventure.
Taking a small hunting knife used by her father, as well as a pack containing food, a rolled up sleeping bed, as well as other items one would be expected to carry, Maple prepared herself as best she could with childish glee, no doubt, her heart likely beating with anticipation, eager to live the life of an adventurer, even if only for a day. And it was on this day, she decided, that she was going to do just that.
Walking to the village border, Maple told the town watch that she was going to be collecting more mushrooms because she'd gotten bored. The middle aged man looked up at the sky with concern, "Are you sure, Red?" he asked her, "Night's almost here, and I don't need to tell you those stories about monsters snatching people up at night, do I?"
An acknowledgment, followed with persistence was all she needed to use to persuade the laid back man. And with many steps, each one seeming more intense than the last, Maple set out on her adventure. Walking steadily through the forest path, afraid, even now to stray from it, until, as if coming forth as a sign of misfortune, a heavy rain blocked the sky light, and obstructed what was supposed to be a beautiful day.
Stepping quickly to search for shelter from the rain, seeking anything, Maple suddenly found that she lost her footing near the edge of a small landing, not 10 feet off the ground, and fell down, off the path. And as if to add insult to injury, Maple slid even more, down the slope of the mountain, taking many twists and turns, until she had lost all sense of direction. And in the following moments, the ground evened out enough to allow her to stop her decent, and get back to her footing, the rain offering a gift through the curse as the pure waters falling from the sky cleaned her bonnet, and coat of the mud to some degree.
But now, panic would flood Maple's mind; she had gone off from the path! And worse, she lost her way, with little clue as to how she'd get back on the path! Her clothes were soaked, and a positive attitude right now would be a difficult one to uphold, until the sounds of a cave, one she'd come to recognize with her experience in the wilderness, greeted her.
It was an odd cave, with a rather large opening. Images of paranoia, those of monsters living in caves such as this flooded her mind, and how mother, father, and even her grandmother warned her about monster dens, and that she should never enter anything that even looks remotely like one... But, the fact is, she is liable to become sick if she remains in the rain. A small cough was starting, and it would only make her adventure even worse if she spent it sick... On the other hand, if there ARE monsters within the cave... What would she do if they caught her? Or worse, what would THEY do if they caught her?
She would make her decision, standing in the rain, to either enter the cave, or pass it, with each choice having their own ups and downs...