Thomas, also known as Tom, Tom the noise-making clown of the town. Is a boy that always has this dream of being an explorer from the town of Combilian, located in the eastern part of Castle Vania City.
The town is nestled near a towering mountain known as Deacon, which is shrouded in mystery due to its astounding height, rumored to reach the heavens. A lot of people have made efforts to scale the mountain, yet they have either gone missing or returned badly hurt.
People in the town of Cambilian whisper about the dangers of the mountain, which has turned into a local legend.
Thomas remains resolute in his quest to discover the truth about the mountain, even at his young age, he was fearless to explore the mountain making it one of his adventure he will love to backup on.
ignoring the warnings. He has meticulously charted a map that promises to guide him through the treacherous terrain and towards its peak. However, the people in the town dismiss his ambitions, considering his enthusiasm to be nothing more than noise, because he's a kid, with silli dreams.
At some times, he keeps wondering if he was the only one chasing this dream. Because those that have chosen to explore the secret of the mountain never comes back.
Since he was a child, at 7 years old, he also sits at a Rock at the back of his House, staring at the mountain and its incredible height.
His father reprimanded him to abandon that silly dream and concentrate on becoming a doctor. His father always hoped he would become a doctor, and a successful one at that.
Thomas has a strong desire to be an adventurer and explore the most things like the mountain of deacons at first. At the same time, he wants to please his father and do as he asks by being a doctor.
Thomas's mother firmly believes in his potential to reach any goal or dream he pursues; she reminds him that self-confidence is key and advises him not to allow others to dissuade him from what he wants.
"Thomas, my dear," his mother said softly while stroking his hair as she rested in her room, feeling ill. She spoke in a soft and weak voice, while Thomas stood beside her, holding her left hand as she gently stroked his hair with her right hand.
Although some individuals might attempt to dissuade you from chasing your adventurous dreams, Thomas, stay resolute and don't let them stop you. Always work towards your ambitions. Your father might not back your wish to travel the world, but you should continue pursuing your dreams. Persist in your pursuit of them until you obtain what you desire.
Since I was young, I aspired to be an explorer and adventurer, wanting to uncover all the secrets of the world. After my parents, who were both adventurers, died when I was 13, I had to put my dreams on hold and concentrate on surviving.
My mother explored an unknown island across the ocean, where she and her crew uncovered an astonishing discovery beyond belief.
A few days later, she came back from the trip and told my dad the secret. At that point, I had reached the age of twelve, just two months away from my 13th birthday.
I can still recall my mother's words. She affectionately referred to me as the 'little old woman,' viewing me as wise even though I was only 12 years old at that time.
She informed my dad about the remarkable discovery when they met. I listened in on their conversation while they sat in the dining room at 10 pm, believing I was sound asleep.
Although I slept soundly at that time, something abruptly roused me. I sensed a tap from a person's hand on my right hand. I couldn't wake up right away because I was in a deep sleep. Usually, when my mom attempted to wake me up in the morning for chores, I would push back and fall asleep again. She would have to call me repeatedly to finally wake me up.
A few minutes later, I sensed someone trying to wake me up again. Tapping me quickly, exactly the way my mum does, tapes me to wake me up from sleep.
On the right side of my bed, I have a clock. I have an alarm clock where I check the time for studying. Normally, sometimes at night, I wake up and study.
So I do use the clock for time checking and the alarm setting on when to wake up and read.
Then my room was filled with books, a lot and lots of books, but based on a specific thing. How to be an adventurer. I even have books that talk more about the wonders of the earth, mountains that can talk, seas that hold creatures, unimaginable creatures.
I stored those books securely on the other side of my room next to the wardrobe where I keep my clothes. Those books were given to me by my dad. I don't purchase books or visit the library to read. Everything was been brought to me.
My dad acknowledges the fact that I have the passion to chase a dream he always wanted me to. They always wanted me to be an adventurer like them. They also want me to explore and discover things about the world and its mysteries, explore the ocean, explore mountains, and much more.
So at that time, I felt the second tapping of a human hand on my skin. This second tapping feels strange. My hands were so cold, and I felt a warm sensation around my skin. This time I was conscious of myself. I was not as far asleep as before. When I felt the cold and warm touch joining together at once on the skin of my left hand, my eyes quickly opened.
I quickly turned to look around but saw nothing. All I could see and feel around my room was the wind blowing from the window and the window, banging on the walls slowly, not making too much sound.
Immediately, I have these feelings, that something is wrong, I have this feeling of fear passing through me, but never bordered. Because I have read so many books that have a lot of scary schemes and explanations, scary ones for that matter.
But I ignored it because I was thinking that it might be my imagination that is playing me or something. So I decided to walk out to the parlor. To the right lies the dining room where my mother and my dad sat.
When I stood up from my bed and looked at the clock beside me. It was 10 pm.
Mum could never wake me up by this time, I said to myself in wonder and surprise. My mum can never wake me by 10 at night, because she always knows that I do wake up at night, around 1 or 2 to read my books, so I needed sleep to be able to wake up at that time. I love reading. Reading is part of what keeps me busy and gives me joy.
It was surprising to my mother that I could read at that age, clearly and fluently. She was always proud.
of me. Sophia said while smiling, her gaze was fixed on Thomas.