Aino Hart
"Knowledge stacked up tall and high,
find the one of baking pie,
run quickly or you will die,
smile wave and say goodbye." Atty recites yet again.
We are walking in the woods, trying to figure out the clue at the same time as we are looking for a place to set up camp.
"If I hear that one more time I will literally go crazy." Inez spits.
Atty glares at her.
"Well we have to figure it out right? If we don't, then what's the point in getting it."
Inez rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Knowledge stacked up tall and high. That's obviously books, so a library. " she says.
"Find the one of baking pie definitely refers to a cook book.
Run quickly or you will die is pretty clear if you ask me.
Smile, wave and say goodbye obviously means we have to leave something or someone behind." she says emotionlessly, as though she's had it figured out for hours.
Atty nods thoughtfully, all traces of argument between the two have vanished.
"Let's hope it's not someone." I say.
I'm exhausted from the fight with the Nightfang, and my arm is throbbing where I cut myself. Cora bandaged it up a little with the bandages we found at the healer's house, but there's only so much bandages can do.
Cora looks at me worriedly.
"Maybe we should stop here." she says.
The others nod and I thankfully pull out the picknick blanket and sit down on it.
Inez and Atty remove their belts with their swords on and I do the same with mine. Cora removes her quiver.
Inez and Atty then go to look for larger sticks to use to make a shelter from the wind. They come back with 2 thin logs. We use Atty's blanket as a roof and keep our jackets on.
Cora offers to take first watch and I offer second.
I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the inexistent pillow.
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Cora Ray
I sit outside our little wind shelter, looking for any movement in the woods.
Every time the leaves rustle, I jump, reaching for my bow, with an arrow already nocked.
It's almost time for Atty's watch when I hear the unmistakeable sound of a twig snapping.
I grab my bow in alarm and stand up, drawing it in the process.
"Be quiet remember?" a voice hisses.
"Sorry!" another voice squeaks.
I frown. The voices sound human.
Deciding we have a better chance at fighting whatever is in the woods toghether, I silently wake up the other three girls.
Inez groans, earning a glare from Atty.
Aino sits up and soundlessly grabs her dagger. The other two do the same with their weapons. My bow is still drawn, but I put it down to grab my quiver and put it on.
Coming to a silent agreement, we pack up our stuff. If we have to run, we'd all rather run away with our limited supplies.
Out of the shadows steps a two people. I almost sigh with relief.
YOU ARE READING
The quest for magic
FantasyEach year, a group of 4 children at the age of 14 are drawn to go to Westhallow, the town of magic. No one has made it there alive. Do Cora, Aino, Atty and Inez have what it takes to complete the journey?