We stumbled over rocks and vines, freezing out butts off. I still carried my luggage and you carried yours. The boat ride had been excruciatingly slow, but we had made it. We went into the woods, thinking they might have a hideout in the woods! I eventually came to a scary realization: we were lost in the woods of northern Russia. Crap. Anyways, we had to find a way out of here. You suggested climbing a tree for a better view, and I agreed. We both scaled two of the tallest trees we could find and saw...nothing but more trees. "Aw, Come ON," I said, more annoyed than worried. You, however, were freaking out a bit. "Chill, Reader. I got this," I assured you. I, as stupid as I am, decided, 'Let's run off in some random direction!' Apparently, I wasn't as stupid as I thought I was, because we ended up at this run-down bar place. The barkeep flashed silver eyes as he smirked and drew a sword from under the bar. "Ara Elixis...We've been waiting for you."
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The Journey of the Reader
Подростковая литератураQuite a different take on things, as the main protagonist, Ara Elixis, takes you on the journey of a lifetime.
