Pickle appeared, quite suddenly in fact, in the sky, falling faster than she'd ever traveled before. Her heart beat quickly, but not out of fear. Surprisingly, even to Pickle herself, she felt a great sense of adventure as she plummeted towards the trees, and fields, and lovely grass. She enjoyed it right up to the moment that she collided with a bird.
The large feathered beast gave a mighty, "SQUAAKK!" before Pickle tumbled off of its back, now accompanied by the bird in her fall.
"Squaak." The bird called, calmly plummeting to what it believed to be its demise.
"I'm sorry, I haven't the faintest where I am." Pickle replied as she began to notice the ground approaching quickly.
"Squa-CAW!" The bird screamed, tumbling over in the air in an attempt to correct itself. Upon its awkward success, the bird dove under Pickle, catching her on its back and gliding down to the ground.
Riding on the bird, Pickle felt the winds of freedom. Seeing the gigantic blades of grass around her softly swaying in the breeze reminded her of home, how strange to be reminiscent of something she'd just left.
After a few moments, movement caught Pickle's eye, a girl. A human girl, chasing after a smaller creature as it ran off with a bag. The only thing that interested Pickle more than seeing the girl was the fact that she now knew what a human was, especially after she'd been rescued by one before almost being devoured by their giant metal beast.
"Curious," Pickle thought. Then, almost as if reading her mind, the bird began to follow the girl. It flew above the grass, slowly, maintaining a set distance before stopping at a treeline. The girl disappeared into the dark forest, she'd run for such a long time that the sun was nearing its highest point. But the forest canopy blocked out the sun to such a degree that, even from where Pickle stood, it looked as though nightfall had taken the inner woods. Pickle watched the darkness for a moment, hesitant, but intrigued.
"I feel that I must follow." Pickle said, after much silence.
The bird trembled, a clear sign of its disagreement, and Pickle gave a resigned sigh.
"Ok, I can go alone. Thanks for taking me this far, I'll be on my way now." Pickle said, dismounting the bird.
As she bravely stepped up to the edge of the woods, the bird let out a final call. A beautiful song, long and elegant, seemingly harmonious with the air around her. A song that for some reason made Pickle very sad. When its melody was done, it gave a bow, looked at her for a brief moment, and flew off into the distance.
Pickle turned, scared yet determined. She would discover what that girl was after, her adventure demanded it, her adventure was waiting.
And so she walked into the forest.
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Kid Quest
FantasíaA group of small children are thrown into a wondrous and frightening adventure. Will they survive this new fantastical nightmare, or will play time be over?
