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Kimberly's POV

    I rubbed my head. Where am I? I looked around.
    "Phantomhunter?" I called. I was met only by the distant squawking of birds. I tried again. "Phantomhunter?" Again there was nothing, except, this time, the rushing waves of the ocean.
    I tried my best to recall what happened. There was a storm. I thought. And then there was a tornado--water spout. And I fell of Phantom when she tried to climb high because I'm not good with heights...I just...get dizzy. I guess dragons have it easy when they go up because dragons are creatures are the open air, except for Rainforest Dragons. They're creatures of the jungle. But other than that...NightWings, Sand Dragons, I guess Sea Dragons are creatures of the water, but still!
    I rubbed my head again. Either way, they deal with heights good. They're dragons, of course they do. Ugh, stupid little human legs. I took a step and my knees buckled. Ugh. I got up and did a few practice runs before I was oriented again. I guess I wasn't used to being on the ground yet. I looked around at where I was and realized something.
    There was nothing near me.
    Only some birds, but those were not good to eat. There was water, but not food. Or was there?
    I picked around the shrubbery before I managed to find something. There were cows. Lots of them. HOW DID THEY GET HERE? I thought. The cows didn't notice me, but I knew there was no hunting them without a weapon, unlike a dragon. They could just swoop out of the air and grab them, no problem, lift them off into the sky and drop them, or just kill them.
    I searched the woods for something I could use and spotted a fallen down log. Perfect! I ran over to the log and then stopped. How am I supposed to break this? Then I spotted a sturdy stick not far away from where the log was. Scratch that. I don't need the log! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR! I ran over to the stick and dragged it over to a cave. It ran deep into the ground, sending shivers down my spine. All I need, I thought to reassure myself. Is some iron. And maybe something to mine the iron with. I huffed and looked around. This was going to take me a while.

    Eventually, I DID manage to find something to mine the iron. As I lay down the pieces of iron on top of the stick, I realized I had no glue. Or tape. Nothing sticky. I groaned. Then I looked around and spotted some vines hanging off of a tree. I eagerly ran over, twisting the vines over and over again before cutting them with a small pocket knife I carried. I ran over to where the iron and the stick were, combining them with the vine.
    Soon, I had a spear. I twisted it around, feeling how light it was and how nice it felt in my hand. I should make a bow and arrow too. I thought. I mean, spears can be one time uses, and this...this isn't the best spear in the world. Heck, it's probably the most crudely made spear in the world. I frowned but crept to the edge of the woods where the cows were.
    I ducked behind a bush, carefully, so I didn't make any noise. The cows lifted up their heads to scent the air. I crossed my fingers. Please don't let them find me...please don't let them find me... I was in luck this time, because soon all the cows were grazing again. Phew. Alright, where do I aim this? The head or heart is the most effective. I winced. Those words sounded really bad. I have to do this. I thought, determined but sighing inwardly.
    I wound up the spear, the sharp edge of the iron aimed at the closest cow. As it sensed me and turned, I got a perfect shot of its heart...
    And I fired the spear.
    I'm sorry. I thought as it collided with the cow, knocking all the air and life out of it. I have to survive.

    As I dragged the cow back to a small clearing in the woods, I looked up at the sky. I wonder if I'll ever see Phantomhunter again. I thought with finality. If not...I didn't even get to say bye.