Lax's SWC Weeklies and Writing

Galaxy_Awesome

SJE Entry 22! “Congrats, we are at the top! Well, not the exact top, but close enough. We'll set up our base here for the first bit of the day. Some of you will set up defenses, some of you will train, some of you will decipher clues, and some of you will scavenge for some food. There's a few more thoughts I had about the location of the treasure, which I'll bring back after I do some scouting. If you see an Intensity today, do NOT ATTACK. If you decide to talk, just please make sure it is clever, witty banter. Anyway, I'll tell y'all your assignments in a bit! First, Katya and Eon, you're doing some scouting with me. Let's go!” {Write 444 words based on this to earn your steps!}
Words: 556

so, it's day one of looking for the treasure. Rella divided up our tasks. some of us were told to set up defences (for what?), train, decipher clues (I didn't hear anything about clues, but that's to be expected), find food since we nearly ran out, and go scouting. speaking of going scouting, it turns out that Rella wants me and Katya to go with her. I don't know what she wants now, or if she even wants anything, but I have to admit it feels nice to be included again. I've been feeling a bit distant from the Survivalists these last few days, but I don't know why. still, I appreciate that Rella asked me to come with her.

the first thing we did was get a new compass for me. fair enough, since getting lost wouldn't be useful in terms of finding the treasure. one of the other Survivalists had a spare one with them, so they let me borrow it. the second thing we did was narrow down the places we'd search. there were plenty of places to hide treasure on the top of the mountain, so we searched the easiest ones first, like the treetops (apparently Rella can climb trees very well), the forest floor, and the caves that weren't too deep and dark. we didn't find anything. there were a few close calls though, when we thought we'd found it, but it turned out to just be leftover junk from other treasure hunters.

I came back a little tired, but thankfully Rella let all of us have a few hours of rest to regroup and catch up on all the progress everyone's made. the ones who were tasked with getting food managed to secure enough bits and pieces of edible meat and plants to last us at least a few days, a week if we try hard. only a few clues were deciphered. I didn't catch all of the answers, but that's okay. progress is progress. our defences are pretty strong now, and while I still don't know what they're for, they look sturdy enough to protect us from animals and stuff. I do feel sorry for the poor guy who got stuck watching the goats all day. it doesn't sound very fun. I'll make sure to apologise for anything Fuzz might have done later.

the Intensities sent me their location early this time, maybe because they want to get searching. I'll have to go soon.

okay, I'm at the Intensities's camp while I write this. they're discussing strategies for where to search while I update them on what us Survivalists have learnt and what we've been doing. we all deserve to be on even footing, after all. then they split up into groups to look. their leader asked if I wanted to come along, and I said yes. I might be a bit tired from searching with Rella and Katya earlier, but I still have enough energy to help. it took a while (a few hours, I think), but we turned up with nothing either.

back at my own campsite. by the time I got back, all the stars had already come out. now I'm in my tent and I feel very, very ready to collapse. it's been a long day. thank goodness I already had dinner with the Intensities.

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (Nov. 22, 2021 07:44:33)

Galaxy_Awesome

MC Daily for Nov. 23! “How many allies does your cabin have? Write 100 words in the genre of each of your allies. You need a total of 500 words, so if your cabin has less than 5 allies, pick some neutrals or enemies to write in the genres of too! 5 cabins (so 500 words total) for 700 points.”
Allies: Poetry, Non-Fi, Thriller, Real-Fi, Contemporary
Words in total: 613
Done Late!

Poetry, 119 words:
Once was a baseball bat swung
And it hit a ladder's rungs
The man on it fell
Right into a well
Never again was the baseball bat swung

-

I got a handful of change
Right after a nice exchange
Sadly a rat came my way
And brought it far far away
So soon it got out of range

-

One day I found a bottle of honey
I drank it and it made my nose runny
I couldn't find a cure
It made me unsure
And the honey made me look funny

-

I owned a nice wooden spoon
I found it sometime in June
It looked quite nice
And wasn't infested with lice
But it was taken by a baboon

Non-Fi, 111 words:

A dolphin is a mammal often mistaken for a fish. It is sleek and has fins, and swims in water. However, it needs to come up after some time to get oxygen. Dolphins are around 1.7 metres long, and weight about 50 kilograms. They're most commonly found in tropic zones and warm waters, though some do live in colder areas. They eat small animals like fish and squids. They have a blowhole, which they expel air upwards through to breathe. Dolphins do not have hair. They are known for being intelligent animals. In Japan, dolphins are sometimes hunted. Ocean pollution has led to several of them getting injured in some way.

Thriller, 147 words:

I sprint through the streets, clutching my bag with knuckles whiter than bone. Beat beat beat, went my heart. My feet pounf on the mossy stone floor, and yet I can hear them running behind me as well, the click click click of their empty guns haunting my every step. I can't be caught, not again, I cant, I can't I can't, I can't be caught- I freeze as a bullet shoots past my ear - one of them must have found some. They shoot more, and I stumble on some moss, still reeling from the danger I'm in.
“Stop right there!” one shouts. I turn slowly around, sweat creeping down my neck, breaths going pant-pant-pant. My arms are raised in surrender.
Someone comes over and shoves me to my knees.
“You're under arrest,” they say. I bite back a pleading cry; it will only make things worse.

Real-Fi, 120 words:

Skyes pushed his way through the crowd of students, wincing every time a sweaty teenage body brushed his arm. What was going on? There were no fire drills scheduled for today. Normally, his students would all be sitting in the cafeteria, talking and laughing and eating. One kid looked up at him and cringed. Something getting a teacher's attention was never a good sign.
“What's going on?” Skyes asked worriedly. The crowd never seemed to end no matter how many lines of students he breached. Eventually, he came across a small circle with two students in the middle. Both were bruised, shouting and yelling at each other like wild animals.
“They got into a fight,” someone piped up.
Skyes sighed.

Contemporary, 116 words:

I smiled, pushing open the door to the library. It was a great day to read: light rain droplets smattered the cobbled streets, the sun only barely shone through the clouds, and the air felt warm. My ideal reading weather. Having a “reading weather” was a little silly, sure, but it was true. There were times when the weather just felt right to read in, especially when the place you were reading in was warm and comfy and brightly lit. I walked up to my favourite section - the Astronomy section - and gave a fleeting wave to the person at the front desk.
“Here because of the weather again, are you?” they laughed.
I grin back. “Yep,”

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (Nov. 24, 2021 00:39:21)

Galaxy_Awesome

4th Weekly, Nov 2021!

Part One, 776 words:

“Guys! I found the flying pig!” came a triumphant shout. Deli marched into view, parading around an adorable, tiny pink pig in her hands. “And no one can steal it from me!”
The little wings on its back fluttered calmly, and the halo around its head shined brightly. The true picture of innocence. Unfortunately, that picture was soon ruined, for just as she prepared to take the pig back to nonfiction.com, a new pair of hands stole it from right under Deli's nose. The surrounding campers gasped in horror. Who would have done such a thing as stealing the glorious flying pig?

It was Kit. She cackled maniacally, holding the pig under her arm as she looked Deli in the eye, as if to challenge her. “And…” smiled Kit. “I stole it,”
“No! The flying pig is worth millions, Kit! Give it back!” cried Deli, clenching her fists.
The other girl tapped her chin thoughtfully, a hint of a smile on the edge of her lips. “Hmm,” she said. “How about we do a little… trade? You can get the flying pig, but…”
The spectators hold back a breath, waiting to see how much it was worth.
Kit smirked. “…Only if you give me all of nonfiction.com's points.”

Instantly, outrage exploded on all sides of the main cabin. Campers shouted and jostled each with each other, yelling out protests. The other Non-Fi campers were quite loud in particular.
“So?” asked Kit, eyebrows raised, ears impervious to the cacophony of noise around the two. They were in their own little bubble, both paying no attention to anything else. The flying pig squealed. “What's your decision, Deli?”
Then, with all the strength she could muster, Deli lunged. “NO!” she shrieked. The flying pig was hers - she'd been the one to find it! Not Kit!
She landed on solid ground.
“Hm,” Kit hummed, sidestepping. “I suppose I'll just keep the pig, then,”

This time, it was Deli who laughed, for just as Kit had sidestepped, she had rolled over and snatched the flying pig from underneath. “Not if I have anything to do about it!” the camper grinned.
Kit spun around, horrified. “Hey!” she frowned, calm demeanour gone. How dare she-! “Come back!”
Deli stuck her tongue out, hoisting the pig up into her arms and bolting away as fast as she could. The nonfiction.com gateway wasn't that far away, if only she could just make it, then she - and her flying pig - could be relatively safe!
Unfortunately, she couldn't match the sheer speed of an Adventure Mountain Survivalist.

“Yes!” Kit pumped her fist into the air, grabbing the flying pig and already sprinting back to the opposite side of the room and to the safety of Adventure Mountain gateway. “Yes, yes, yes, I got it! I got the flying pig!”
Deli groaned. Not again. “Give it back, Kit!” she yelled, following. However, the moment she slipped through the gateway, she found no trace of Kit. Or any of the other Adventure Mountain Survivalists, for that matter. The whole mountain seemed… deserted. She frowned. They must be hiding, that was for sure. But how could she lure them all back out again? There was nothing here to take advantage of, unless…

There were a few goats just standing nearby in a group…

Just as Deli carefully stuck a lead on the goat, the sound of marching caught her attention. It was Kit, with no flying pig in sight, and- oh.
“Hello?” asked Pika.
Deli laughed nervously. “Hello,”
Pika smiled. “Hi.” she said, before taking a deep breath. The next time she spoke, her voice echoed powerfully, and if she focused, Deli was sure the goat horns on top of her head glowed faintly. “Now, I DEMAND THE GOAT BACK THIS INSTANT. AS LEADER OF ADVENTURE, I DEMAND YOU TO COMPLY.”
She quickly let go of the goat, but didn't nudge it back. Just like her own cabin leaders, who were Technomancers far greater than the regular campers, Pika was powerful. Not as powerful as the Hosts, but powerful enough. As the current Patron of Goats and Leader of the Survivalists, Deli was more than intimidated enough to drop the lead.

But she wasn't coming back without the flying pig. "Come on, I have a trade offer! I can get the flying pig, while you get the goat!“
At this point, another camper slid into the conversation, looking unsatisfied. ”How about this instead:“ they suggested. ”We get the goats and the flying pig, and you get a flying piglet! Even cuter, right?“
Deli stood her ground.
”I'm not leaving without the flying pig," she crossed her arms.

Part Two, 386 words:

I sigh. Great, a new recruit. Wohoo. More recruit training. Rolling my eyes, I hopped over to the entrance link, where most of the new recruits were. Each of them glitched awkwardly as they stood in place, clearly nervous. Nonfiction.com was never a popular place to work at, despite it gaining more and more traction from humans lately.
“Alright, newbies,” I code at them. In barely a flash, the ones and zeroes blitzing from my mouth turn into a text box just large enough to fit what. I said inside. “Welcome to nonfiction.com. I hope you're all charged and ready to go, because here, us sprites will work AM to PM to cater to what the humans are doing on this site. All of you will be assigned one new human member on the website to help. All you need to do is blitz through the portal link and get to work. Got it? Also, you'll be payed in pixels. Earn as many as you can.”

The newbies nod and fizz off. I grin smugly. At least now it's the next person's job to deal with them.
“Hey!” someone shouts, their text voice reverberating through my zeroes and ones. “You better get back to your station soon!” I groan and hop over to my own portal link. My human usually logged on around this time, which only meant more work for me. Though lunch times here were definitely fun.
“Okay, okay!” I yell back, blitzing through. I land on the heels of my feet. The other sprites manning the other tabs are already hard at work in their rooms, only visible through the wide windows in each. Above me, the buttons on my tab are already lighting up; my human types out a short, quick comment to another comment.

The moment they press post, I scramble for the right file in the mess of them around me and push the solid post-comment code file through the button. Seconds later, my human's comment is posted. Soon enough, I fall into the familiar rhythm of work, not bothering to eye the pixels falling through the payment tube and into my basket.
I smile.
Working at nonfiction.com may be tiring, sometimes. But it would never be anything short of the best place I could have chosen to work at.

Part Three, 409 words:

(intro passage)
“MeEEeeEEAhh!!” You whip your head around to see a goat lightly bumping you with his stubby horns. You grin and pet the glorious creature behind his ears. With an abrupt sigh, you look up at the towering mountain in front of you. Jungle-like trees, rocks blanketed in moss, and unique animals all cover the mountain. If you focus, you can hear the faint trickle of what must be a waterfall. The goat bumps you again, so you move to the side. You follow the trotting animal to a group of people - three of which wholesomely smile at you. “I'm Pika! These two are Vivi and Pandora. Welcome to the Adventure Mountain Survivalists!!”

(continuation)
You smile brightly. These people seem nice, and very welcoming. You're glad you signed up for the Adventure Mountain Survivalists. Together, it looks like there would be no way you wouldn't get the treasure at the top of the mountain. Speaking of the mountain, it was huge. The tall spikes tower over you in a way that makes you feel smaller than an ant. But then again, you're sure you'll be able to get to the top with everyone else's help.
The goat - Monty, as you'll soon learn - nudges you again. Pika laughs.
“Go on,” she says. “Go and meet the others. They've all been so excited to see you!”

At this, you pause. You're excited to meet everyone else, of course, but what if they don't like you? This is your first time, after all, and they've all probably been part of the Survivalists so many times before.
Pika seems to sense your worry. “It'll be fine,” she assures you. “I promise they're all very nice,”
“Are you sure?” you ask.
Behind her, Vivi nods. “We're all sure,” she says.
You give a try at a brave smile. “Okay,” you say, turning to the small crowd of Survivalists. Several of them are already chatting heartedly. “I'll go and talk to them,”

The first person you approach is a person with short, choppy hair and glasses.
“Uh, hello!” you call out to them. They turn towards you, slightly confused but still eager all the same. The girl they were talking to gives you a cheery wave, the pom-poms on her hairband waving slightly in the cool mountain breeze. They walk over.
“Oh, you must be the new camper!” they say, smiling.
You nod. “Yeah,”
At this, they let out a whoop and gesture to themself. “I'm Lax - or Laxy, up to you - and welcome to the Adventure Mountain Survivalists! This is the best thing anyone could have signed up for, trust me! You've already met our mascot, Monty, right? Do you need a tour of the camp? I can introduce you to everyone better that way - unless you're uncomfortable, of course! Would you like a rundown of how this place works? I'd love to do it, but only if you want me to, but then again-”

Maybe meeting everyone else won't be that bad, you think as you watch Laxy ramble on and on, face contorting into every emotion possible. Pika's right, they do seem nice.

Part Four, 1,182 words:

“And this, class, is one of the most intriguing relics of the olden times we have ever found,” says the teacher, gesturing at the inside of a huge glass cube. It's filled to the brim with ancient, dusty things that I'd rather not be this close to. Stone tablets, scrolls of faded parchment, train wheels, a portrait, a musty old moth-eaten book, jewellery, cutlery, pieces of cloth, and so many other things that were probably last used a few thousand years ago. The only thing interesting is that, strangely enough, there are a few things that look like they could be from the future. Technology way beyond our understanding.

Usually, I would have just followed along while the teacher rambled on and on about history. But this… it's actually kind of interesting. It's not like the boring nonsense the Mrs. Bell spouts at the other exhibits. It's not about national history, or science. It's just… that. History. Leftovers from things people did a millennia ago. Things from when they still used scrolls and stone tablets.
And the thing is, it's all shrouded in mystery. No one knows what exactly was the source of all this. No one knows what really happened.
But if there's one thing I love, it's a good mystery.

I push my way to the front of the gaggle of students. Maybe I can get the teacher to tell me more about it.
“Mrs. Bell?” I call, shoving the class clown behind me. He lets out a yelp, the joke he had been about to crack hanging on the tip of his tongue and falling off. “I have a question!”
Mrs. Bell turns to me, excited that someone actually seems interested.
“Yes?” she says.
Internally, I pump a fist for my success. Not many students can get the teacher's attention when she's already gotten deep into an educated tangent about whatever she's teaching at the moment. I clear my throat.
“What do we know about it so far?” I ask.

At this, her face becomes even more excited - not that I knew it was possible. The other students wince in anticipation; my classmates in particular shoot me identical blaming looks. I stick my tongue out at them. It's not my fault they're not giving it a chance.
Mrs. Bell takes a deep breath. “Well,” she says. “We actually know quite a lot,”
My classmates groan, though I nod and signal for my teacher to keep going.
She hums. “Unfortunately, we don't know enough to piece together what really happened.”
“But what do we know?” I press.
Mrs Bell gestures at the musty old book. “This book is where most of our knowledge comes from.”

“From what we know, thousands of years ago, fifteen nations of old came together three times a century to hold a friendly contest. The fifteen nations had many alliances and relationships with each other, but they and the contest all dwindled back to a few people rumoured to have been deities, gods, or something similar. We don't yet know their true names, but they have been called by several titles, most commonly as ‘The Hosts’. They, along with several others, created the contest. They lived long, though a few have fallen into obscurity and passed. Those are what the book calls ”gHosts“.”

Fifteen nations, huh? I smile. Sounds an awful lot like the plot of some fantasy story.
“Come on, Mrs. Bell,” I say, tapping my feet on the smooth floor. “Tell us more about the fifteen nations that participated. What were they like?” Again, my classmates give me dirty looks. One even steps on my foot, but I step on theirs in revenge. Meanwhile, Mrs Bell flushes.
“The fifteen nations… well, they change often, so, well, we haven't always been able to keep track of which is which,”
"That's okay, Mrs. Bell,“ I groan. Why can't she just get on with telling us about it?

She sighs. ”Oh, alright, alright.“ she says, then clears her throat.
”The fifteen nations took on lots of forms during their times. One of the most apparent was the Sci-i nation. We haven't translated the whole name, but from the looks of it, it is as if they weren't from this world at all. We all know that's not possible, but the relics say otherwise. They spoke of ‘starpads’, and ‘Overseers’, and three beings from another realm. The technology you see in the glass case - the ones that look very high tech? That's from them. Like the others, this nation changed over the ages, but a few things stayed the same. They were always, always described as otherworldly in some way.

“Whether it be the fact that one of the known members of the nation during 21 M was someone with tentacles for limbs and a mouth in their neck, or that they were once described building a portal to save ‘earthlings’ in 21 N, the Sci-i nation is the proof that some use to prove that aliens are real. No one has yet proposed a theory as to what could have been the cause of these descriptions and depictions, as well as the cause for the descriptions of some other nations, their folk, their talents, abilities, theorised location, and attributes. At the time, literature seems to have been a prized form of art, appreciated and praised in all fifteen nations.

”Another particularly intriguing piece of history is the relationship between the Mythlgy nation, the Sci-i nation, and the Petry nation during 21 J. Various records state that the three were in a complicated triangle of alliances and enemies. Some tablets even state that the Sci-i and Petry were at war with Mythlgy. The relics illustrate a sneaky fight, with spies and a giant fire sparked by Mythlgy, blazing and flaming and consuming everything in its path. Mythlgy's forces were said to be few, led by three sisters dubbed Euryale, Medusa, and Stheno, of whom we're not sure if they were in anyway linked to the figures from Greek Myth of the same name, though their folk were, according to the book, ‘not many, yet mighty and stony’.

“And, in 21 N, a friendly rivalry came into being between the Aventre and the Petry nations. Together, they competed for the top spot in in the contests. At the time, someone known as ‘Patron of Goats’ led the Aventre nation, while the ‘Elven Poet’ led the Petry nation. Then, well-”
Mrs. Bell pauses. I'm not sure why, until she concludes - with a mystic air that I've never seen around her before - with,

“There's a tablet they uncovered at the site. According to it, there is a prophecy that the spirits of the Hosts and the leaders of the nations will come and initiate the contest once more when someone cares enough to retell the world about them. It's most likely not true, but-”

Beside me, someone laughs. “Wow, Mrs. Bell. You're a really great storyteller,” he says, just as I step on his foot.
Then…
the book inside the glass case explodes in a ball of light.

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (Nov. 29, 2021 07:27:03)

Galaxy_Awesome

SJE Entry 23! “Hello! Awesome job guys, everything seems all set up to begin our treasure hunt! Also, I've been able to work things out with the Intensity leader, things seem to be going smoothly! All we have now is a little friendly competition - so, only use your weapons for wild animals! Anyway, we need to find the location of the entrance for the treasure vault, and then find the clues that lead us to the treasure. We have three ideas, so that's where we'll search today. I know I'm not the easiest to work with, but I just want you guys to know how proud I am of y'all. ANYWAY ENOUGH OF THAT!! Let's get going!! Also, feel free to have light conversation with any Intensity, most of them are pretty cool! But maybe let's not exchange secrets with our hunt. I mean, where's the honor if we only find the treasure because we cheated it out of an Intensity!?” {Write 300 words based on this to earn your steps}
Words: 410

I'm glad Rella's realised that the Intensities aren't a threat, and that most of them are pretty nice to hang out with. sure, I don't think I'm allowed to tell them what we found while searching anymore, but maybe that puts us all on even more even footing. I even saw a couple of Intensities searching places near us, so it looks like we don't have the separation from Intensities rule anymore either. some Survivalists even talked to them and started chatting to them. all in all, I'm pretty happy at Rella's new attitude towards Intensities and today in general. except for the fact that Fuzz ate one of my headbands.

don't ask how, why, or what he was even doing with it in the first place. it's… just better not to know.

not even being grouped with Katya (she's a nice kid, but I'm still upset I got abandoned for her and that she was rescued properly while I wasn't. also, her and her friends still hold very unreasonable grudges against the Intensities) can bring my mood down. oh, and maybe the fact that we didn't wake up extremely early for once helped. it's nice not having eyebags. the search didn't go that well at first, actually. two of the search groups looking at the other places Rella thought the entrance would be in didn't find anything. we didn't find anything either.

really, the only thing that went well was that more clues got solved. except it wasn't really much help when we were more focused on finding where the actual treasure vault was. whoever hid it must have been great at playing hide and seek.

as usual, after searching with the Survivalists, I went straight to the Intensities's camp after having lunch. I told them I couldn't tell them what we found (their leader seemed okay with that), but apparently helping them look anyway is a dead giveaway that us Survivalists didn't find anything. real shame. the Intensities and I looked for a while, and when we came back I felt sleepy and tired. of course, I went and walked back to my own camp.

aaaand I got stuck in one of the defences built yesterday. great. thankfully it only left a bruise on my lower arm and a small tree branch-cut on my cheek, so that's a plus. it wasn't that hard to get out of.

maybe I should sleep now. my hand is getting pretty tired.

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (Nov. 23, 2021 23:39:00)

Galaxy_Awesome

In-Cabin Challenge, Nov. 23! “Write a 200 word story in your least favorite genre! Also, try to start the weekly and enter the writing competition!”
Words: 221
Done Late

Click!
I froze, willing myself to stay as still as possible. My flashlight flickered on and off.
Click!
Of all the times for my friends to have been busy, it just had to be today? I took in a short, halting breath. My feet crept backwards. First one foot, then the other. My back found the wall and I clung to it despite knowing I was boxed in. Little safety was better than none.
Click.
This time, it seemed to be lower-sounding. The sound reverberated through my bones and into my core being. What was making those sounds? I edged forwards.
Cliiiick.
Something moved in the dark, and I bit back a gasp. I couldn't chance making any noise, at least not now. If the… thing - whatever it was - found me, then I'd be done for. Now if only I could find the door…
CLIIICK!
It was loud. So, so, so loud. It's getting closer to me, I can feel it. I need to move. I need to move, I need to-
CLIIIIIIIIICK!
It's so close. I can't see it, but I it's just so close. I don't know what to do. I can't let it catch me, I can't. The sound- it was so high, like a scream so loud that it was silent. I don't know what to-

“AAAH!”

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (Nov. 24, 2021 00:38:54)

Galaxy_Awesome

No More Running, an SWC Writing Comp Fanfic entry

Everything was supposed to turn out fine in the end. Toby, Nomura, Strickler… they were supposed to be alive, not dead, not gone. Jim was the Trollhunter. He should have been able to protect them.

The Kronisfere. It could turn back time - it could save them!

Jim picked it up. He looked to the others. He could fix this. He could save them.

He reset the timeline.

The beginning. That's where Jim landed: the time where it all started. He got to work immediately. Things had to be perfect, he needed them to be perfect, so that they wouldn't- wouldn't die.

He tried out for the play, set Strickler up with his mother, made sure he was a good sidekick to this timeline's Trollhunter, Toby.
It didn't work. Toby was saved, but at the cost of Claire, and Douxie, and other names Jim couldn't stomach thinking about.

He reset the timeline.

This time Claire got the amulet. She was a good Trollhunter. She saved so many lives, fixed so many problems he hadn't had the chance to fix in his own time as Trollhunter. But she couldn't save herself. A burst of magic to her head, and all that was left of her was a gaping absence in Jim's heart.

They all tried to help him cope. Left him to take his time, booked him therapy appointments, stood by his side. But the gaping hole didn't heal over. It felt like it never would.

He reset the timeline.

Again, the amulet chose him. He woke Merlin faster, tried to make sure he and the others didn't get attacked by the Arcane Order, helped Arthur and Morgana reconcile. Together, they won the Battle of Killahead. That should have been enough to prevent all the deaths.
It wasn't.

The Order chose other champions. Douxie and Zoe - the only other wizards of the time powerful enough to possibly combat the combined efforts of Merlin, Morgana, and Arthur. They defeated them. It should have felt triumphant.
It didn't.

Merlin was devastated; he'd lost the closest thing he had to a son. Jim couldn't bear knowing that in another time, things hadn't ended this way.

He reset the timeline.

Nothing worked. There was always someone who didn't make it, who he couldn't save. Why couldn't he save them all?

He reset the timeline.

It was his mother who died this time. The look in her eyes as she said her final words to him…

He reset the timeline.

Blinky sacrificed himself.

He reset the timeline.

Aaarrrgh was killed brutally by Gunmar.

He reset the timeline.

Arcadia High blew up.

He reset te timeline.

Krel and Aja fell to their deaths.

He reset the timeline.

Why wouldn't this work?

He reset the timeline. One last chance. One last try.

Jim was the only one left. He stood among the blazing flames and jagged ice, all alone. His fallen comrades lay around him, still as though they were asleep.
They weren't.

Jim Lake Jr took one last look at the Kronisfere, and kicked it away. He laid himself down to rest by his friends.

No more resets.

No more running.

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (Nov. 25, 2021 00:34:57)

Galaxy_Awesome

In Cabin Challenge, Nov. 24! “Write 250 words about a character who gets into a fight with his/her best friend. Now, write another 250 words from the friend's perspective! Share in the comments ”
Words: 667

Terra's Perspective, 300 words:

“I don't get it! Why are you so insistent on this?” Alexa yells, throwing her hands up. “We can disguise ourselves, Terra! It's that easy!”
I cross my arms. There are times when Alexa is the best friend anyone could ever want, but there are also times when she has no sense of self preservation. This is one of those times.
“Alexa,” I say slowly. Hopefully my tone will calm her down. "It's not that easy. We can't just go to the beach, even if we're wearing disguises,“

Like the stubborn mule she is, Alexa groans and slams her beach bag on the floor. I sigh. Why can't she see that this is just a bad idea?
”You know we can't,“ I try again. ”Oliver is leaking water out of his everywhere-“
”We're going to a beach!“
”-Lett… has whatever's going with her shadows, you can barely keep from breathing fire, your brother coughs up a whirlwind every time he opens his mouth, and that's not even touching on what's up with Sandra and Aduro!“
Alexa steps back, wincing. ”Okay, okay, chill. When you put it like that, yeah, it sounds like a bad idea. But we deserve a break for once, Terra!“

Sitting back down on my stool, I run over the options in my mind. I could tell Alexa no, and not risk being caught. But holing everyone up would just make things tense and we wouldn't be able to communicate properly. Other option, I could tell her yes, and help us all relax, but risk being caught.
”Fine,“ I give in, reaching a decision. ”We can go to the beach. But only if we wear disguises. And only if you promise to be careful,“

Alexa looks surprised, but quickly lets out a whoop. ”Wohoo!“ she laughs.

Alexa's POV, 367 words:

I groan, clenching my hands into fists. Why is Terra so- so infuriating sometimes? All I'm asking for is a break! ”I don't get it!“ I say. My hands are thrown up in the air subconsciously. ”Why are you so insistent on this? We can disguise ourselves, Terra! It's that easy!“
Terra crosses her arms, eyebrows knitting together like I'm a piece of gum under her shoe that she just can't get rid of. It's kind of annoying, considering she does this a lot.
”Alexa, it's not that easy. We can't just go to the beach, even if we're wearing disguises!“ she says, dragging the words out. I wish she would stop doing that. I'm not a little preschooler who can't spell ‘ruler’!

I drop my beach bag onto the floor, sighing. Terra's being so stubborn about this, and for what? To make it so that we just spend the day busy and tiring ourselves out as usual?
Terra frowns at me. ”You know we can't. Oliver's leaking water out of his everywhere, and-“
”We're going to a beach!“ I retort. It's true: no one will notice some extra water when you're only a few feet away from the shore! She presses on anyway.
”Lett has… whatever's going on with her shadows, you can barely keep from breathing fire, your brother coughs up a whirlwind every time he opens his mouth, and that's not even touching on what's up with Sandra and Aduro!“

Okay, she has a point. Disguises won't cover our, uh, abnormalities. I decide to retreat. ”Okay, okay, chill,“ I say, backing up. ”When you put it like that, yeah, it sounds like a bad idea. But we deserve a break for once, Terra!“ I add after some consideration.
At this, Terra looks torn between giving in and saying no again, face pained and pinched. She look reluctant, probably not wanting to deal with me asking again later. Finally, she makes a decision.
”Fine,“ she says. ”We can go to the beach. But only if we wear disguises. And only if you promise to be careful.“

Wait, what? That was unexpected… but it was welcome.
”Wohoo!" I laugh, not bothering to hide my initial shock.

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MC Daily for Nov. 24th! “The Writing Competition closes at 11:59 PM UTC today. Celebrate unique talent day! Create a character with a unique talent and write 400 words of a scene of them using that talent for 500 points. If you share your writing, you can earn an additional 200 points.”
Unique Talent: Recognising different footsteps
Words: 519

Tay sighed, burrowing further into the soft couch. His housemates were out of the house buying… something, while he had to be stuck here in the living room doing homework, of all things. And no matter how hard he tried to focus, he just couldn't. Not a single word had been typed down on the blank doc opened on his laptop in the two hours he'd been home alone. It was a writing assignment (because of course the only leftover homework he had was one from his least favourite subject) and it was due tomorrow. Plus, he had plans for tonight, so if he didn't finish it soon… well, Tay guessed he wouldn't have anything to give in tomorrow.

He groaned again, only to freeze as he felt footsteps approaching from the hall. It was't a set of footsteps he recognised: they were painfully unfamiliar and slow, much unlike Lorren's quick, speedy taps and Yang's hurried, heavy footfalls. He stopped his shuffling, reaching slowly for his phone. With each second that inched by, the footsteps came closer and closer, coming to a halt right outside the room. Tay's finger hovered over the home button on his phone. Please just get out of here, he pleaded silently. Seconds passed. By now, he could barely make out the person's faint breaths, having instinctively tuned them out.

The footsteps went back the way they came. He sighed in relief, only daring to move when he was sure the footsteps had gone out of the front door. A notification on his laptop screen interrupted his thoughts.
'Literacy Assignment due tomorrow!' flashed a cute cartoon squirrel with oversized ands.
Tay shook his head. Typical Lorren, knowing exactly how much progress he'd actually done on the assignment. Zero.
'Let me focus,' he typed back hurriedly. A knock on the door brought him back to reality. Between the mystery footsteps from earlier and now this, he was buzzing with anticipation. Thankfully, the door wasn't far. But it was far enough for someone to be able to ambush him out of sight of any windows.
Tay shook his head. What was he thinking? He needed to answer it. Maybe it was just the pizza guy or something.

Two new sets of footsteps appeared as he stood up to answer the door, phone gripped in a white knuckled hand. One of them was familiar - Lorren?
“Hello?” said Tay, pushing open the sleek wooden door. Nobody was there, but he could still feel Lorren pacing. Strange. “Lorren?”
No one answered. Except…what was that? He squinted. He could have sworn was someone at the tree across the road just a second ago. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his back and two figures stepped out in front of him. One was Lorren, tied up and gagged. Another was a man in a business suit.

He pulled something out of his pocket and shoved it in his victim's face. The last thing Tay saw before blacking out to the strange smelling fumes was Lorren, tripping towards him worriedly.
“What…?” he said. One blink later, and he was unconscious and on the floor.

Galaxy_Awesome

SJE Entry 24! “All right, so I think we should scan Gasher's Cave today - I did some searching in some history books and ancient journal logs, and that is what it's historically called. It's the one with all the different chambers. We'll leave a few Survivalists here to decipher some more clues, but the rest, pack your things ‘cause we’re going spelunking! Grab your jackets, food, flashlights, everything - we'll be down there all day! I'm sure we'll find the entrance! If, for whatever reason we don't come back tonight because we're almost at the treasure, try not to panic and remember that you're a Survivalist - a survivor. ‘Ya won’t die! Anyway, grab some water and let's get moving!” {Write 333 words based on this to earn your steps}
Words: 421

we're stuck. okay, okay, back to the start. this morning wasn't that eventful. we woke up as early as usual, got breakfast, listened to one of Rella's briefings. then, we split up into groups (I was put in the searching group, because… well, I don't really know why) and got started. on a side note, I think Rella might have stayed up too late while researching last night. her eyebags are worse than mine and I'm slightly worried. I trust that she'll do fine though. she always does fine. especially on her own. especially when she goes and does her private secret Rella things. I'm also still a bit frustrated that I got stuck in one of the defences yesterday. it doesn't hurt, but it's made my arm sore and that's annoying.

we went to investigate “Gasher's Cave”. apparently it used to be the place where some old man who went to explore once. the thing is, he came back with thousands of gashes and cuts all over his body. he said it was because of wild animals, but no one knows what wild animals could have caused those. not really the happiest place to look around in. it was all maze-like, and it had so many branches and intersections of tunnels between chambers, which made it even more confusing to navigate. twice we had to go back and mark our route so we wouldn't get lost. another time, we had to go back because our route dead-ended.

and now we're stuck. we came out to this gigantic, very dark chamber. we could barely see the ground, but we managed, at least until it turned out there was no ground anyway. a few steps in and all of us were falling down a huge hole in the dark. it was a very long fall. we ended up splashing into this shallow pool at the bottom of the hole, right next to a (amazingly) dry area where the rocky floor jutted out and above the water a little bit. a couple of us were completely drenched, while some (like me) were only a bit wet. it was a great thing some of our flashlights were intact, actually. we lit the place up and found that the hole was even bigger at the bottom. not a good thing, considering the fact that we had no way to get out.

honestly, the only thing not bad that came out of this is that there are weird picture carvings on the wall. they look ancient.

Galaxy_Awesome

MC Daily, Nov. 25! "Go to this website: https://www.storyboardthat.com/ and explore all the different features there are! Make a random scene about anything, then write at least 500 words based on that scene. For this you will earn 600 points, and a bonus 200 if you share your writing!"
Words: 589
Scene I made:

“Please,” one boy begged. His eyes darted wildly around without control, and his hair hung in unwashed drapes around his face. Gwyn stepped back., hand on the outer wall's door. Ready to bolt back inside at any moment. “Please help us,” the boy said again, scales flashing in the sun.
“I-” Gwyn cleared her throat. “I don't- I- Why are you here? Who are you?”
The two boys looked at each other, then turned to her and said, in the smallest voices possible, “We don't… we don't remember our real ones,” they shrunk in one themselves. Gwyn bit her lip. They may have been creepy, but right now they only looked like a couple of lost kids.

“O-okay,” she said, giving in. “Fine. I'll try to help you as much as I can, okay? You can come with me, come on,” she pushed the door open and gestured them inside. As they passed her, she noted the first boy's limping walk, his feathered fingers, and his general twitchiness. Gwyn shook her head.
Poor thing.
The second boy looked just as bad, if not worse. His mouth was clamped shut, and at first she had thought it was simply because he wasn't the talking type, but when he opened his mouth, she saw the metal hinges connecting his lower jaw to his upper jaw, she shuddered.
What had happened to these boys?

Gwyn skid to a halt. The second boy- something was wrong. He, too, had stopped, only to for a raspy, clanking noise to make its way out of his throat. And his fingers - they reached up and clawed at his neck, tears slipping out of his eyes so fast that she knew this wasn't of his own accord, that it was involuntary. The first boy gasped and ran over to support his friend, despite the ooze flowing out of the metal-mouthed boy's scars. Gwyn stepped towards her house. She needed to help him, she knew needed to, but how? Medicine?

“What's- what's happening to him? How can I help?” she darted closer, but wheeled backwards as one of Metal-Mouth's legs snapped towards her violently.
“I don't know!” cried Feather-Fingers, chasing after his friend, who had bolted out and and scampered through the outer wall's door. "We… he's just like this sometimes, but usually we've always had them to fix him, but now we don't have them, but we won't go back and- and- I don't know what to do!“ Gwyn cast a glance at the boy beside her, then at the one keeling over in front of the tree, hacking and coughing.

Then, suddenly, it came to a stop as Feather-Fingers touched something on the back of Metal-Mouth's neck. Both boys didn't move a muscle, their faces frozen in a mixture of shock and sweet-stained relief. Feather-Fingers let out a breath.
”Are you okay?“ he asked the younger boy. Metal-Mouth nodded, and both Gwyn and Feather-Fingers loosened their tight limbs. Thank goodness.
This time, Feather-Fingers turned to her, face pleading. ”Please, can we-“
She cut him off and laid a hand on his shoulder.
”Of course I'll help you,“ she said. After what she just witnessed, there was no way she wouldn't. ”You can even stay here for a while. At least until we sort this all out, okay?“

Feather-Fingers's eyes widened. He took off his beanie and sat on the steps, clutching it tightly to his chest. Metal-Mouth broke into a soft smile, sitting down beside him.
”Thank you," said Feather-Fingers.
Gwyn smiled.

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In-Cabin Challenge for Nov. 25th! "Happy Thanksgiving, Americans! (and happy late Thanksgiving to any Canadians ;D) What are some things you are thankful for? Create a list of at LEAST 10 things You can earn 50 extra steps if you write 500 words about one of the items on your list
Words: 634

List of things I'm thankful for:
1. Having living parents.
2. Having a house.
3. My shoes.
4. My laptop.
5. All of my books

6. My basketball.
7. Being able to speak English well.
8. My clothes.
9. My parents's supportiveness.
10. My friends.

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5. All my books

I'm really, really thankful for having my books. This kind of ties in with Number 9. I've always liked reading. I've been reading since I was tiny, and over the years I've gotten thicker and thicker books and gotten faster and faster at finishing them off. It's actually a little frustrating sometimes, haha! By the time I was around seven years old, I could read the thickest Harry Potter book in only four days, including breaks for school and other things. We had to keep buying new books, and eventually my parents decided to buy thinner books but in bulk so I wouldn't run out too soon again.

This led to me branching out of my usual book choices. This is one of the things I'm thankful for. By branching out and getting more varied books, I found so many enjoyable book series, and so many amazing authors and so, so many awesome characters and plots. It's all thanks to books that my childhood was fun and imagination filled, and it's also thanks to my books that I've gotten into several of the fandoms I'm in today. Plus, the knowledge of the existence of fandoms (it made me feel a bit less lonely in my bookworm glory) actually helped get me into some non book related fandoms courtesy of multi-fandomers!

My books have helped me make friends, too. Without them, I might not have become friends with a lot of the people I'm friends with now, some of which I'm extremely close to (and not just because of shared book interests) and I can't imagine my life without. They've been openers to plenty of conversations and helped me realise that bonding and talking to people about shared interests is an option and one that I can do. I'm pretty outgoing, if I do say so myself, but I have a bit of a hard time actually forming bonds with people in real life, mainly because I'm a little different, haha. Speaking English makes the gap between you and potential friends a bit bigger and more awkward here.

They (my books) are also a bit of a stress reliever to me when I get tired or frustrated or am just not feeling that happy. I'm sure some other campers have probably thought of it the same way! They kind of make me forget about all my problems and worries and just let me drown in the plot and character dynamics that I love. That's actually why I usually have some comfort books close to me most of the time I'm at home, just in case I suddenly feel like I need a reprieve from real life. I've learnt so many things and reading has led to a lot of things I enjoy, I feel like I might not have the space to squeeze it all into 500 words!

Again, I'm sure this is the case for a lot of other campers and writers in general, but reading is what inspired me to write! Without it, I wouldn't even be writing this or be participating in SWC at all! I basically looked at all the books I've read and all the things I wished could have happened, all the things I wished were real book plots, and decided that if I kept running out of things to read and if my favourite authors wouldn't write about the things I wanted to be written about, then maybe I could do it myself! That's what kickstarted my writing journey in a nutshell. My earlier pieces were kind of cop-offs of things I'd read recently, but I think I've been getting better! That's why I'm even here, after all.

Anyways, that got a bit long. Those are extra words for extra points (though I might have gotten carried away).

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SJE Entry 25! “Good morning, Survivalists! Or I think. Not too sure - but I feel rested, so it's safe to think it's 5 AM! We're currently trapped in a chamber in Gasher's Caver, but not to fear - Monty is not trapped with us and I have complete faith he can find us help. Anyway, I've been studying the marks on the wall over here, and I think - if I deciphered it correctly - were on the right track! I'll be keeping trail reminders here and there as we continue to venture so we don't double track. Also, don't let your flashlight batteries die. I did not bring enough torches or matches. So! Follow me! If I read the clue correctly, there should be a passage with four chambers. One of the chambers will lead us to the treasure trail, the other three will end with a lot of paperwork and suing. The correct chamber is ‘The one that keeps fighting, the one with balanced light. T’wil be found if one keeps writing, even when out of sight' - no idea what this means YET so we got a lot of work ahead! Don't lose hope guys, let's go!” {Write 300 words based on this to earn your steps! Every 100 extra words can earn you 10 more steps}
Words: 611

right, so no one is really sure what time it is. Rella thinks it's around 5 AM, because according to her that's what her “biological alarm” said. some of us aren't even sure if it's morning at all. it does feel like it though, since I have morning breath. my water bottle should fix that problem, but since we need to be careful with our food and water supplies, I won't have any until it's necessary. I really hope Fuzz is okay. I'm getting worried thinking about what kinds of things he'll get himself into if I leave him alone for too long. hopefully he doesn't end up in a trap or ditch.

this cave is a little off putting. creepy, but in weird way I've never felt before. there's a skeleton here. a whole, not deteriorating, in perfectly good good condition, human skeleton. one of us, a kid called Lynn I'm pretty sure is either really reckless, curious, or just plain unintimidated, actually touched it. which is both fine, since the skeleton looks clean-ish (as clean as a skeleton abandoned in a cave chamber area can be), but also a little disgusting, because it's a skeleton and there was an actual human brain and flesh on it once upon a time. I don't believe in ghosts, but I do know that it's considered impolite in a lot of places to just touch a skull like that without permission from the dead person's family.

apparently, we're also on the right track. Rella's figured out a route for us to take, and some of us have been tasked with marking the trail so we don't get lost. we've been walking for a while now, and since this is terrain that most of us have never been in (I've been in a few cenotes, but never somewhere like this), it's been a bit of a slow going. we had to try and not get crushed or stabbed by stalactites, avoid dead ends, not disturb whatever animals are living down here, and conserve our water, food, energy, and flashlight batteries. it was pretty tiring, actually. this is a bit different from the last few days.

okay, now we've set up camp in the biggest and safest chamber we can find. it's been a bit hard getting a fire started, but we made it work, even if said fire does look small. it's a shame that we don't have our tents. right now I can see a lot of other Survivalists scribbling in their journals. to add to the list of things I'm a little upset about, we haven't found the intersection with four chambers yet, and no one has figured out what the riddle to the correct chamber means. I'm not even here for the treasure, but being stuck underground with no way out has a tendency to make your fuse shorter.

plus, the others aboveground are probably looking for us. Rella did say that Monty would be able to get us some help, but even then the help might just get stuck down here as well.

I'm also feeling very guilty and more than a tiny bit mad that we can't get out, because it means that I can't and haven't been able to go and help the Intensities search, which really sucks because I promised and I'd really like to stick and stay true to my promise, thanks.

the others are looking at me now. wait. oh. I think I said that last part from above out loud by accident. oh well. just another thing to add to today's list of unfortunate things that happen to me, Eon.

Galaxy_Awesome

SJE Entry 26! "Last night I did some exploring - thanks to some help from a certain Survivalist. Anyway, I found the chamber room. Well, I saw it. I believe that if I step in the door will jam, so we all have to do it together. Hopefully you rested, because we're going to need some clever ideas to figure out the riddle! We got this guys. Once we get through the chamber door, we should enter a room full of traps. It is very important you follow my lead DIRECTLY once we get in there. I'm positive we'll make it past. And after THAT is the catacombs, and the treasure should be there somewhere - along with the exit - but I doubt we'll get that far today. We got this guys - this is what we've been training for! Let's move! {Write 300 words based on this to earn your steps! Every 100 extra words can earn you 10 more steps}
Words: 725

apparently today's the day we get the treasure. Rella gave us a quick rundown of what we're going to do, starting with figuring out the riddle. “one that keeps fighting (probably the drawings on the wall), the one with balanced light. t'wil be found if one keeps writing, even when out of sight,”. currently, I don't have any ideas what that means. I'm not really the solving clues person, after all. I'm more of a… you know, I don't really know what I am, but it doesn't matter right now, since it looks like we'll be setting off and entering the chamber room soon. the smartest and most creative of us are pretty hard at work on the whole deciphering thing.

okay, so the chamber door is HUGE. it's at least ten times bigger than the tallest Survivalist here. there are tons of vague but very, very threatening and very, very disturbing warnings etched into it. it's written in… sanskrit, I think, or something similar to it. it's similar enough for me to read, anyway. thank goodness I listened to my grandma that one time and decided to learn it. ha. and all my cousins and friends said it was dumb. then again, being able to read it in these circumstances isn't really a good thing. I'll forever have that… extremely descriptive paragraph about what would befall you is you came inside burned into my mind. there is this tiny set of words that just say “Advait was here” in the corner, though. that was funny.

my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and start running around when we stepped through. it could have been wrong. we could have been wrong and gone into the wrong chamber and ended up dead or something. and I, like most people, would definitely not like to be dead, because being dead is bad and means you're not useful, able to talk, able to walk, able to move, able to think,, or generally alive anymore. Rella didn't tell us who helped her find the chambers (because she said something about anonymity I think) but I do hope with all my heart and bones and limbs that they thought this through and that it, in fact, was not the wrong chamber.

it wasn't.

that was a relief. except it also wasn't because right after the chamber is a room of traps and that's just as deadly as going into the wrong chamber by mistake. practically the moment we stepped inside and the door jammed behind us, someone stepped on something and nearly got us killed by way of a gigantic block of something falling on us. it's a big shame that that counted as something light and harmless compared to the rest of the room. despite everything Rella said (about following her lead and her being able to lead us), we still had a couple of mishaps. first, we realised that the room was much, much bigger than it looked. then, we had to try and guess the meanings of the threat-like riddles on the walls so we could get through properly, try not to get hit by a barrage of arrows, sidestep extremely hot flames, and just try not to get killed.

it was very tiring. by the time we made it out of the room, only the more sensible of us weren't covered in ash, small scars, arrows, ropes, or cobwebs (that room has most likely not been cleaned for a while. it smells of rot. probably rotting human meat). I have an arrow stuck in my hair but nothing else. but we did make it past, so I suppose that's what matters. surprisingly enough, the part after the trap room wasn't deadly at all. in fact, it was boring. we had to trek on through the tunnel for ages and it didn't seem to end. there were some really bad parts of it too, where it was either very narrow, very short, very rough, or all three. in the end, we got stuck setting up camp in one of the biggest parts of the tunnel we could find, and even that one wasn't very wide.

I should probably sleep, though. let's hope we find the treasure tomorrow, because a couple of us have already ran out of flashlight batteries.

Galaxy_Awesome

In-Cabin Challenge for Nov. 26! “Think of a new world that you could create/have created and write at least 300 words about it! You can earn 30 extra steps if you draw a map of it and share ”
Words: 319

It's not necessarily a world I made, but it's more like several worlds I built on and combined! See, I have this project I'm working on, where I try and retell my favourite Fairy Tales, and tie them all in with a few extra stories of my own to fully flesh out and combine their world! I've finished three retellings so far, and they're all shared here. As of now, I've retold Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood, and Goldilocks and the Three Bears. They're the easiest for me to tie together, mostly because of similar settings, aka a forest. In my world, said forest is very… mysterious. It seems to have a mind of its own, and won't let people it doesn't like come out or in. Only the ones who belong there can find their way, which is why when someone comes in they tend to become hermits and set up a home because they can't find a way out.

The other Fairy Tales I plan to retell are the Juniper Tree, The Snow Queen, The Pied Piper, and a few more. I've noted down the rough area of all the locations in the stories, and where they are! They involve a few shared settings, such as the house Goldilocks lived in being very loosely a part of the village where the Juniper Tree characters, Marlinchen and her brother (who I've named Covey) live. About south of that village is another town (the town the Snow Queen characters are from), and north of the forest is a castle, where the prince and princess from The Snow Queen have set up their kingdom's capital. Even further north is a mountainous area, where the town of Hamelin (not the real town, just the one in my retelling) is set. A bit further away from it is the Snow Queen's palace, it a barren land of ice and snow.

Map:

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1,003 words!

Red darted through the trees, cloak flapping behind her. Her thoughts raced as she ran, feet pounding on the soft, much too soft grass. She searched desperately for a familiar landmark - anything was better than this, than being lost. She knew the forest like the back of her own hand, why was she lost?
“Just let me get back home!” she howled, throwing her arms up. “I'm sorry for trying to get out of this place!”
The forest seemed to shake its trees at her disapprovingly, not unlike an unhappy parent. Red groaned and pushed through a particularly thick thicket of trees, emerging in a small meadow.

“Why don't you want me getting out of this forest anyway?” she asked the forest, walking over to a tree stump and sitting down. At least the place wasn't upset enough to deprive her legs of a break. She may have stronger endurance than most humans, but even people like her needed to rest. Running around for hours did not count as rest.
The forest stilled and seemed to hum. Red made a noise, only to smile as she felt a familiar furry figure slink over to her. Her best (and only - there weren't many other people who lived in the forest that weren't old ladies) friend, pet and companion. The one who'd been there for her when she was bitten, and had been there with her ever since.

“Hi,” she said to it. The wolf sniffed at her, content to simply curl up around her stump. “You're right,” said Red after seconds of silence. “I should probably sleep and just hope the forest lets me back home tomorrow morning,”
A tiny laugh sounded from her knee and she turned to it. “Awfully lonely, aren't ‘cha?” giggled a meadow sprite. She bared her teeth at it.
“Go away, I’m sleepy,” she retorted, slipping onto the ground. Eventually, she found a nice position. The sprite rolled its eyes and muttered something about ‘no one ever respecting sprites anymore’.
Red snorted, already half in dreamland.

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The next morning, she woke up to find herself in the same meadow she'd fallen asleep in. Disappointing.
“You're not still mad at me, are you?” she asked. The trees ruffled amusedly. Okay, so not mad. Red sighed and stood up. Time to get walking again, and hopefully entertain the forest enough for it to let her get back home. Gently, she woke her wolf friend.
“Come on,” Red whispered, adjusting her cloak. “Let's go,” the wolf barked an agreement, shaking itself awake and leaping over to her.

With that, the two of them set off, the trees laughing behind them once again.

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Red walked for hours and hours. By the time the moon rose and shone on her back, her stomach rumbled, her feet were sore, and she was barely able to hold back from spontaneously hunting down a bird. She sighed.
“You're really not going to let me go home anytime soon?” she asked the forest. It shook its leaves, but did point its branches towards something to her left.
“What are you- oh!” she gaped. In the acres of trees that spanned out beyond, Red could faintly make out the lights of a house not far from where she stood. And, as always, light meant only one thing: a place to stay in. Hopefully.

She laughed and started bounding over towards the lights. “Thank you!” she called to the forest.

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“Great,” Red grumbled, stepping into a wide clearing. Just as she expected, there was a house. Unfortunately, she did not expect it to be this house. “You brought me to the place where the sprites say you'll get eaten in,”
The treeline seemed to push in on her, as if encouraging her forward. Tentatively, she complied.
In front of her was a cobbled path of rock, hard candy, and various other textures Red didn't know the name of. Giant candy canes lined the path, and it looked as if parts of the house had been torn off and replaced with gingerbread, cotton candy, and cookies. Clearly the person who owned this place liked sticking to an aesthetic.

She stepped closer, teeth bared and ready to turn at any moment, auburn fur already creeping up her arms. “Hello?”
To her shock, the gingerbread door creaked open. A face popped into view, smiling brightly. “Oh, hi! Would you-” the young man stopped mid-wave. His eyes narrowed. “Are you… a werewolf?”
At first, Red had relaxed. No sign of a man-eating witch so far. But the moment the man asked his question, she stepped back, teeth sharpening into fangs at the sudden spike in wariness. No point hiding it now.

“How did you know?” she growled.
He tensed, then grabbed something from behind the door. The strange energy thrumming through the air Red breathed increased.. “It just… came to me, I guess.”
The forest whispered through their leaves. No violence will happen here, they seemed to say. She sighed and eased up on her tension slightly. Of course, it wasn't like she was looking for a fight. She was just… wary. Not many people reacted well to werewolves, and Red really didn't want to end up with a something through her heart.
“You're not going to eat me, are you?” she asked.
The man, the one who seemed to be amplifying the thrumming energy, flinched. “No! Why would you think- why would I eat you?”

Red looked at the path she stood on, relaxing in relief. “No reason,” she said. “Anyway, this all isn't real candy, is it?”
“Uh,” he said. “It is real candy,”
She raised her boot and wrinkled her nose slightly. “Isn't that a little… weird to you?”
“No, not really. I've been living here for a long time, so I'm used to it,”
“…Alone?” she glanced back up at him.
He frowned. “…Yes, alone,”

After several moments of silence, the man seemed to regain his wits. “You can come inside, you know,” he suggested.
Red smiled. “Sure,”

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SJE Entry 29! “GUYS! OKAY SO WE HAVE TO FIND THE TREASURE!! IT'S SOMEWHERE IN THESE CATACOMBS! Please, wake up! I- I found something I wasn't supposed to and they're gonna take me away any second now and the Intensities aren't who I thought they were! Find the treasure keep it away and meet me back at the base!! IF ALL GOES WELL THE HELICOPTER WILL BE THERE AND WILL TAKE US HOME!! KATYA AND EON, YOU'RE IN CHARGE! ACK GET OFF ME! LEAVE!! GO SURVIVALISTS, I BELIEVE IN YOU!!! HEY- GET OFF ME INTENSITY! NO, NO, NoooooO!!!” {Write 600 words based off this to earn your steps! Earn 10 extra steps for every extra 100 words you write. Because this wasn't very clear, basically you need to find the treasure, keep it away from the Intensities who will try to steal it, and meet back up at the base where Rella and the helicopter should be waiting}
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whats going on whats going on whats going on? i cant see anything. its so dark, even darker than before, its like someone snuffed out the sun. whats happening? where is everyone else? who whos screaming? wait. thats Rella. what happened, why is Rella screaming? what is she saying? why do i hear scuffling sounds and is was that just the sound of a blade? where's my pocket knife, i need my pocket knife. okay, I have it. I can hear Rella better now, but what's going on? I still can't see anything, and did Rella just leave me and Katya in charge? what's happening, why is everything quiet now?

okay, it's getting lighter. I can see my bag now, I just need to take my flashlight- there. everything's quiet now, I can't hear anything except some others starting to wake up after all that noise. hang on, i need to go and check on Rella. Rella's not there. she's not there. she's not in her sleeping bag and there's scratch marks on it and her stuff is all trashed around. and there's actual blood on the ground. not much, only a few spatters but there's blood. which means that Rella must have put up a fight, but who took her? why?

I don't get it. she told us to go find the treasure somewhere around here in the catacombs, but why? why prioritise the treasure when there's such a big chance other people are about to get hurt, and when you yourself are hurt? and she said something about the Intensities but what did she mean? it was all happening so fast. why would they try to take Rella away, and what did she mean when she said they aren't who she thought they were? who attacked her and took her? it couldn't have been the Intensities. they're a bit strange bu it can't have been them. they'd never harm a human being.

would they? they sedated me and Katya. but it was a mistake, they said. a friendly mistake, and the Intensities are pretty nice, so they can't have done it, can they? it doesn't matter. what matters is that Rella is gone. Rella is gone, our leader is gone, and there was blood near her sleeping bag. someone is out there who was a bone to pick with us, and we need to get to safety. we need to find the treasure chamber and go through the exit and back to our camp to the helicopter and we need to do it fast. I need to wake Katya up.

everyone's awake and calm. it took a few hours (hours we should have already been using to look for the treasure chamber) but everything's fine now. waking Katya up was easy, but stopping her from freaking out, waking everyone else up, and stopping them from freaking out was a little harder. but now we're all set. me and Katya decided to make everyone split into groups of three and search the catacombs like that. it's safer that way, but also more efficient. in the end, it was Lynn (the one who touched the skull) and their group who found the chamber.

there it was, right below a pile of bones that looked suspiciously human. probably the least likely place anyone would want to look. smart, for the person who wanted to hide it. inside, the chamber turned out to be pretty small, but big enough to host all the treasure. right in the middle was a medium sized chest filled to the brim with all kinds of valuables, from crowns made of diamonds to gold bangles and relics. I didn't really want to bring it. it was too heavy and it would be a mess and hard to carry around. but everyone insisted, so I stuffed it all in my bag for safekeeping and we pushed open the doors to the exit tunnel.

the only thing I could think abut was getting off this mountain. Rella promised us she'd be waiting at our camp with a helicopter and everyone else ready to get inside and bolt. I could only hope she came out okay. what if she wasn't there? what if we came out someplace too far from the campsite? I managed to keep my face calm while we walked, but I really did feel like a mess. everything happened to so fast. it was all just a big, very blurry blur.

when we came out, Rella wasn't there to help us back to camp. instead, there were a few intensities, including their leader. but it was better than nothing. they're good people. they'll help us.

and they did. but they also stopped us in the middle of the walk back to camp and asked for the treasure. the others, of course, refused, and we ended up with several darts and pocket knives pointed at us. I can't believe this. I had fun with the Intensities. they were nice to me. I helped them. but this is what ends up happening?

still. we need to get to safety and off the mountain. and the best way to do that it giving them the treasure. it's just a pile of old things. it's fine. what matters more is our safety, anyway. I don't care what everyone says, we need to get off the mountain, because this isn't fun anymore. it's not thriiling, or a joy ride. we have an actual (hopefully empty) gun aimed at us. so I took off my bag and dropped it at their leader's feet. they have the audacity to smile and thank me. I could feel someone asking me what I was doing, but I ignored them. we need to go, and if this is the only way, then fine. it's just treasure. I didn't even come here for it anyway.

I think Katya is very mad at me now.

the intensities are about to escort us back to our camp. I hope this goes well.

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SJE Entry 30! The Last day
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everyone is absolutely furious at me. I'm trying hard not to look behind at them, but I can feel it. Katya and her friend Gabbie are already running up to me, and, above all the noise and protests the rest of them are making, they started talking and ranting and screaming at me for giving the Intensities the treasure. blaming me for not listening to her, saying that they're disappointed in me, that I shouldn't have given the Intensities the treasure, that I should have listened to them. but they don't get it. why don't they get it? the Intensities were pointing weapons at us. they had a gun aimed directly at us. we needed to get out of there safely. the treasure doesn't matter when your lives are at stake. they gave us a way out, and it doesn't matter if we have to let go of the treasure for it. what matters is getting onto the helicopter and off this mountain.

the Intensities told me I made the right choice. I hope I did. they followed in on their promise, thankfully. they led us right back to camp. Katya, Gabbie, Rowan, Lynn - they're all still mad at me. no one is looking me in the eyes, and it's so tiring because all I was doing was ensuring us a safe path to the helicopter and our camp. the treasure, it's just bunch of old things that were hidden under a pile of skeletons. it's just junk, in a way. handing it over in exchange for safety is a fair deal, and the Intensities, no matter the fact that they're filthy liars who I got stuck in a trap for, held up their end, and instead of focusing on how we don't have the treasure anymore, why aren't the rest of the Survivalists focusing on getting back to camp?

we're getting closer to our camp now. I can see it between the trees. someone's there, too. more than one person, actually. two? they're talking very loudly, and one of the voices sounds familiar. Rella? yes, it's Rella! except… she's tied up. she's talking to someone else, someone I can't make out just yet. it looks like the leader of the Intensities.
we're getting closer now. I can hear them properly. they're arguing, from the looks of it. it looks like they know each other, though. but that's not possible. it can't be, right? we only met the Intensities at the start of the month, so they can't know each other. it's not possible. except it really does look like they've (Rella and Lipa, the Intensities's leader) known each other for a long time.

there's this look in Rella's eyes I've never seen before. it's new. it wasn't there when she led us past the quicksand, or up the cliffs, or through the caves and chambers underground. she's… desperate. desperate for what? meanwhile, Lipa is calm. she's far calmer than I've ever seen her, too. the two girls in front of me don't look like the ones I met a while ago. it's different, they're different and it's because of each other. the way Rella is yelling - she never yells. Rella never yells, not even when we're being slow or stuck or distracted. and Lipa. she's calm. it's like Rella isn't in front of her and yelling at her face, telling her she needs new glasses. it's a little scary, actually. both of them are.

the way they talk sounds like they're childhood friends that aren't friends anymore. what else has Rella been hiding from us?

someone interrupted their… talk. it was Lynn, I think. always the one to butt in. I'm a little relieved. all this business between Rella and Lipa, and her and the Intensities, it's all so confusing. I'd really like to have some straight answers for once, but no one is giving them. and now Rella's untying her ropes, and I'm not sure how. Lipa's not doing anything about it, surprisingly. it's a good thing, of course, but it's still… surprising. they're both talking to us now. I can't make anything out. my headache is getting worse and worse and the only thing I can hear is Rella shouting “you gave them the treasure?”.

that's it for me. I don't care if Rella thinks the Intensities are evil. they're just a bunch of teens like us hiking the mountain for treasure and glory just like every other person that's been up here. I don't care what she says about Lipa, and whatever childhood rivalry they had, because no, we didn't need the treasure, we didn't need it at all, and if everyone is so attached to it when they could instead be more attache to their lives, then maybe it would be better if I just got on the helicopter and pull them all in with me, since they don't want to come. we don't need the treasure, we never did, and the Intensities aren't going to do anything with it because it's just some old jewellery and cutlery and coins. we don't need the treasure.

no one seems to be listening to me, even when I come over and try to talk some sense into them. Rella is yelling again, and this time, I'm concerned. it's not like her. it's concerning, and a little scary, because she looks wild and she's shouting things about the treasure no one knew about, things that weren't written down in the research books some of us read. she says we need to put the treasure back in its place, but can't anyone realise that we can do that after we're off the mountain? or that we can just let the police handle this, if the Intensities really are “evil”?

someone blamed me again. they said it was my fault the Intensities had the treasure. and I was the one wo gave it to them, but can't anyone understand that I did it to get us back to camp safely? can't anyone just stop and think and see that what we need to do is get off the mountain? this isn't what I signed up for when I said I wanted to be part of the Survivalists. Katya is arguing with me now, and everyone else is starting to take sides, and no one is even thinking of saving their lives. and Rella doesn't even deserve my full trust yet, she never has, not when she rescued Katya and only Katya, or when she goes off all on her own sometimes to do things she doesn't trust us with.

Lipa just said Rella was using us to do her dirty work. the Rella I know is willing to get her hands dirty, but that doesn't mean anything.

why can't anyone just stop caring so much about the treasure?

Galaxy_Awesome

Before this session ends for me, I just wanted to say thank you so so much to everyone in the Adventure Cabin and all the hosts and co hosts and other leaders! You've all helped me improve my writing so much and helped make SWC an overall even more enjoyable experience for me. I know that I might not know some of you that well, or I might not have interacted with a few of you at all, but even so, thank you for being an awesome camper, friend, and cabinmate! Without you the Adventure Mountain Survivalists wouldn't really be whole!

And now, on to those of you that I've met and talked to!

To Pika, Vivi, and Pandora, thank you so much for being amazing leaders! You've all been so nice to me and tried so hard to manage our (admittedly chaotic) cabin! All three of you have done such a good job doing it, and I'm proud to call you my leaders this session. May the goats be with you, haha!

To Kit: your writing is awesome. There's no doubting it; it's just so good! I've had so much fun reading the Survivalist Journal “Entries” you wrote and seeing all the things Katya gets up to and her reactions to the choices Eon makes in-universe. You're also a really cool cabinmate and person in general. (psst, is the flying pig still safe in our custody?)

To Nayeli: wow. You wrote so many words! I can hardly believe it! Thanks so much for working so hard on SWC, especially since (if I'm not wrong) this is your first time! I'm in awe of how much you've written this whole month. You're really hard working, and I admire that! I hope that one day I can get a word count as high as yours.

To Amy: your sheer enthusiasm is always enough to brighten my day, even if I'm feeling stressed! Your fanfics are really cool, too, and please continue improving! I have no doubt you'll write even better ones in the future. Thanks for being, well, you! (Cheers to the fanfic queen!)

To Hydro: you're so spirited and fun to talk to! you're always there to cheer our cabin on and encourage us, something that really helped me when I was trying to speedrun my weeklies or dailies! #Adventure For The Win!

To Brie: I cannot express how much thanks I have to you. I got really stressed out from trying to balance cabin wars and doing the weekly at the same time and seeing all the wars we got while it was only the two of us online (though at first I thought it was only me), but seeing you reply to my comment, start trying to help with the wars, and just being online in general really took a lot of that anxiousness off of my shoulders. Thank you, thank you, thank you so, so, so much for being online and helping during cabin wars. The amount of relief I saw when I realised you were on knows no bounds I still can't thank you enough for it!

To Air: Air, I don't really know what you're up to, or what you're doing, or how you're doing apart from your last update. And, to be honest, it got me very worried. All I can do is hope really hard that you're okay, and that you'll get better soon! You're such an awesome friend and I just want you to know that I don't mind at all that you weren't online much during camp, because as always, life over SWC.

To everyone else: I'm so sorry for not making a more personalised thank you to all of you! I don't know you that well, and I promise next time I'll try harder to get to know you all. Thank you so much for being my cabinmates and helping lead Adventure into the top three, and being great writers. You're all amazing and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

And that's it for my thank you note! I hope I see you guys next session! I'm crossing my fingers for the writing comp and memory book to come out soon.

Galaxy_Awesome

A man and a woman sat on a bench under a juniper tree. The winter flakes drifted around them in the cold wind, blanketing the garden in a pure white veil. The woman smiled at her husband.
“Would you like a slice?” she asked teasingly, a knife and apple ready in her hands. Her husband nodded.
“Of course,” he said. In soft, precise strokes, she cut a slice of the apple and handed it over, only wincing when the edge of the blade nicked her finger. A single drop of blood fell to the ground. A brilliant red dot, blossoming outwards as it spread through the snow, tainting the white in the most beautiful way possible.

The woman hummed. “Do you know what I would love to have?” she asked her partner.
“What?” asked the man, caressing her hair gently.
She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder.
“I would love to have a child,” she mumbled. “One a white as snow and as red as blood. One that we can care after and watch grow together,”
He looked up towards the winter sky, pondering it.
“You know,” he said. “I would love that too,”

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“Cub!” yelled Mrs. Bear, gently stirring a pot of stew. “Goldilocks!”

In the living room, Cub perked up, then glanced at his adopted sister. She looked back, waggling her eyebrows as a moment passed between them.
“You know, I'm sure I can make the best entrance,” said Cub, smirking smugly. Goldie gave him a disbelieving stare.
“As if!” she laughed. “Want to really see who can make the best entrance?”
He flashed his fangs. “You're on,” he grinned.

“Cub! Goldilocks!” Mrs. Bear yelled once more. The two of them stood up from their chairs and shared one last challenging look.
They bolted through the door and into the kitchen.

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If she was honest, Mrs. Bear would say she was getting a little old for this as Cub burst through the door, paws on his hips and a pseudo-heroic smile on his snout.
“I am here, Mother!” he announced, in his deepest possible voice. “What is it that you need of me?”
She moved to reply, only to be interrupted as the poor door crashed open again. Goldilocks flounced in daintily, bowing with a giggle.
“Good morning, Mrs. Bear!” she said brightly. “What fine weather we have today! What might you want to ask of me?”

Mrs. Bear rolled her eyes at their antics, and stirred the pot again. She cleared her throat.
“Why, thank you both for coming!” she said, playing along. “As a matter of fact, I do have something to ask of you both. As you can see, your father is still… recovering from his foraging incident yesterday,” she gestured upstairs, to where Mr. Bear would no doubt be sleeping. “So, I need some great heroes to help forage for some herbs I need while I ready the stew. Are you up for it?”

Cub saluted. “I'm always up for it!” the younger said.
Goldie dipped another bow. “Of course! Just the usual herbs and roots, right?” she smiled.
Mrs. Bear nodded.

“Alright, then!” her daughter replied, then tried to pull Cub back out of the kitchen. “We'll go right now!”
The mother bear shook her head fondly. “Stay safe out there!” she called. “And be back before nightfall!”
“We will!” Cub shouted back.

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As usual, foraging was an quite an experience. Goldilocks hadn't been on many foraging trips over the years - mostly because of the fact that she was human and therefore did not have amazingly good senses, and that she hadn't had much practice on it anyway - but it was always fun when she did go. She got to learn so much more about the forest and everything in it.

At first, she had thought that the bears were the only ones who lived there. That is, until she met the gnomes and sprites and dwarves. Mr. Bear had told her rumours of other humans, living alone as hermits with only their closest family.

Other rumours were much more wild: a house made of candy where a malicious witch (or warlock, she couldn't quite remember) lived, people in between humans and wolves hunting among the trees at night, a crumbling castle with impish thieves living inside, and many, many others.

Goldilocks wasn't sure whether to believe them or not. Any other human would have dismissed them, but she wasn't one to drop the thought immediately. In a forest that seemed to have a mind of its own, what did impossible and possible even mean?

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“Is that all of it?” Cub asked, carefully picking up a few fallen roots off of the ground. The sun was now at its peak, bearing down on them from high, high above. The dense thicket of trees did well to filter the heat and light, leaving only a few sun dappled spots on the overgrown ground, but Goldie could still feel the sweat trickling down her neck. It was times like this that she wished her dress was lighter, and much, much looser.

“I think so,” she replied, shifting through the overflowing basket. The chirp chirp chirp of crickets pecked at her ears gratingly. She winced.
Cub let out a sigh of relief.
“Then that means we're done!” he whooped. “Just in time for us to get be able to get this back to Mom and get lunch!”
Goldilocks flashed mischievous smile. “Since we have so much time left, do you want to take our normal path or go the long way?” she asked.
“The long way!” He answered immediately. “Who knows, maybe something fun will happen if we take it,”

She laughed and began marching for a secondary, slightly less worn path branching from the grove they were in. “Through the long way we go then!” she said, hopping over a stone.

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The long way, as it turned out, was much longer than they had expected. And definitely not used enough to have a clear trail. For what seemed to be the fifth time this hour, Goldilocks groaned, dragging her hands down her face. The herb basket hung on her elbow, swinging when she moved.

“We're lost, aren't we?” Cub asked exasperatedly.
She nodded, tugging on her hair bow and fixing it. “We're definitely lost,” she agreed. “And it looks like we only have a few hours before sundown,”
He frowned and swatted at a butterfly with his paw. “Do you think we should as the forest for help?”
“Do you think it's reply?” she asked back.
Cub shrugged, cracking a smile. “No harm in trying, right? That's what Dad always says, anyway!”

“So how should we go about it?” Goldie raised an arm to wave at the treetops. It felt a little silly, but it was worth a try.
“Maybe we should- hang on… do you hear that?” Cub stiffened, a growl building up at the back of his throat.
She tensed and strained her ears. “…Hear what?”

Taking her hand in his paw, he pulled her over to the edge of the clump of trees they were in. “Can you hear it ?” he asked her.
Goldie tried again, and this time, she heard the telltale crunch crunch crunch of non-furred feet on branches and grass. They weren't the heavy footfalls of the dwarves, or the light, floaty steps of the gnomes. Sprites wouldn't be caught dead actually walking on the ground instead of flying.

A quick look at her brother meant he was thinking the same thing.

Come on, she signalled with a wave of her hand, pushing gently through the trees to get closer, mind buzzing with thoughts. Who was making those noises?
Soon enough, Cub caught up with her, padding softly across the forest floor. He stopped her when she made to push the tree branches apart to get a good lock of the clearing ahead of them.

“Let me do it,” he whispered. With as much cautiousness as he could muster, Cub pushed the branches apart just enough for them to get a view.
Goldilocks took in a sharp breath.

Humans.

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