April

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 "Before we go I need to get my bow and arrows from Roo" She looked at April. " Do you even know where your going?"

"No idea!" April said with a toothy grin. "Wait I'm, I'm getting something. We are going to get your weapon back, then we'll follow that Roo. It will know where to go." April turned to the group.

       April stared at the others with her brown eyes. "They... let me in?!" She thought to herself. she did a little skip. 

"Do you really think that they will accept you when they see what YOU are?" Her puppet masters voice rang through her head.

        April stopped in her tracks, her black cloak hid her dusty and ripped tunic. she tugged at the rope that held it tight around her scrawny body. there was know way they would like her like this. She wasn't human. A small light danced next to her. As April looked at Roo she gave a huge grin.

"Wait till we get to camp and I'll make you look like your wood is skin. But unfortunately that is all I can do for you. you will still have though dents and you hair and everything elts will look the some." Roo said as her light turned blue.

"Wow really you would do that for me?!" she gave a small spin.

        Finley they stared walking. April was so happy to be free from her past that she constantly running off the tail. Eventually got far away from the sleeping city they made a small camp. when April thought that everyone was asleep Roo came to her. Roo muttered some words under her breath that April never heard. a bright light flashed and April lad down quickly as she heard people string. 

Finley daybreak came casting the most beautiful colors across the sky. when everyone woke that talking began. 

"Did anyone see that flash last night?" Savannah asked rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Ya. It was so bright!" Anna'may said

April face turned whit instead of her tan skin. "N-n-o you guy must h-h-ave seen things." April stood and walked to help people pack.

"That was to close!" she thought. The party stood and stated on thiere way.

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