After a loud crowd of voices settles down, we open the P.A.T.H. Just skimming the pages, I see a page titled Unicorns, another titled Golems, and another called Supernatural Minerals. But about half of the pages appear to be about these Bestowing things. There are pages for classifying, explanations, witnessed, and tons more. But after only a light skim, Tarna closes the book.
"This is no place to read this massive thing. Let's head back to the base." So we grudgingly get up and follow Tarna out of the cave. As we head back, I wonder at the events of the day. Finding a secret cave, obtaining some supernatural book, finding a dark note. It's been quite eventful.
We get to the base as the moon rises over the trees. It's too dark to read, and we're all tired. Luckily, we've collected enough soft grass to make small, comfortable spots that serve as beds. They're a bit close together to save space. We all lay down and each get lost in our thoughts.
"Wrive? Are you still awake?" Cass asks after a while.
"Yeah," I reply.
"I was thinking about The Hideout. I can't imagine living there anymore."
"Yeah, a lot has changed. People have come and gone, the scenery's changed, we collect new notes and books every day." Cass' dark shape shivers.
"It's colder out here. But nice. I love the trees, even if they do block the sun. And all the mystery and adventure! Oh, I like just thinking about what we'll find next." We both stay quiet for a moment.
"Wrive, what happens when it's all over? What happens then?" Cass asks, sounding a bit sad.
"When it's all over, we can do anything. We could stay here, we could move, whatever we want." Cass shivers again from the cold.
"I think... I think I'll find a place with trees. And a beach. A place with lots of sun, and when it gets too hot, I'll jump into the water." I smile at Cass' imaginary dream-home.
"I think I'd join you. That sounds pretty nice." Cass laughs quietly.
"Good night, Wrive."
"Good night, Cass." And after some time, Cass is asleep and I'm staring at the stars, lost in thought. Then Cass rolls over, and she's sleeping peacefully with her head on my stomach. I blush, but soon I'm asleep too.
***
"Wake up, you two!" Tarna's loud voice startles me awake. Cass jolts awake, too, and her head lifts off of my stomach. She doesn't seem to realize that she'd been on me. I glance at Person, and he gives me a knowing look. I blush.
"Up and at em', troops!" Tarna instructs. "We've got yet another riddle to de-riddle and a book to read." A few minutes later, we're all up and ready for the day. Since solving the riddle will take mostly private, quiet thinking, we decide to start on the P.A.T.H. instead. After eating a nice breakfast of- you guessed it! Berries. Anyway, after eating, we set the large book on a stump and gather around it. The first page's message is still the same, so we move on to the second and third pages. On the second page, there's more writing, and on the third, there's a drawing of some kind of bug. Here's what the writing on page two says:
I've decided to keep a organized record of my findings. I'm excited to have all my discoveries in one place. Hope to have some detailed entries. I look at the drawing of the bug next. It looks like a fat dragonfly with little sharp teeth. A note beside it reads Absolutely deadly! Deadly annoying, anyway... There are a few comments among my friends before we move on to the next pages. It goes this way for probably an hour. We find entries on: The micro-sucker bug, unicorns, gnomes, screaming shrooms, golems, mermaids, and lots of weapons and artifacts. There are usually notes around the drawings.
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The Lost ( A Sequel To The Forgotten )
FantasyWrive Tacking and his friends aren't exactly what you'd call "normal". For instance, most people don't spend their time running from crazy industries that would love to lock them to large machines and experiment on them. ( A.K.A Ultra Tech. ) "Norma...