You know, I've never fallen from at least 80ft onto land.
Today's the day to figure out how that feels.
"No you're not a witch. I guess Hecate was on your side." Calli munched down on a carrot.
"Yeah- I guess but-" suddenly, the door is knocked down.
"We are here to retrieve Oak Woods, and Calli Ope!" yells a...girl? Two kids, who look generally the same.
"What did I ever do?!" Calli yells. I facepalm, and start yelling for help. Calli's not the kind of witch to simply jump into a battle and protect his weak friend.
"There's nothing you can do! We've muted the sounds on this floor, and no one can hear you!" The other yells. Ok, I'm pretty sure that one is a boy.
I try talking to Isaac, maybe he can help.
'Hey Isaac, I'm kinda about to die. Think you could fox-shift and save me?' No response.
What a caring guy!
The boy grabs Calli, and the girl grabs me, and for god's sake how are they holding both of us above their heads.
Let me make it clear.
Calli wieghs 2 tons and this is not a joke.
I probably wiegh like what- 166 pounds- 100000 kilos or something. How are they even holding us.
The only thing that could make this better is if they sprouted demon wings and shot from of the ground like birds on steroids.
Oh wait.
"Haha! Jenner, I think this one's bleeding!" the boy shakes Calli. His nose was dripping again, this time, the blood looked purpleish. Oh yeah, his blood changes depending on altitude.
Don't ask why, just roll with us here.
Well after 44 miles, we start plummeting out of the sky! HOORAY!
But instead of hiting the ground, we were stopped by...
Lindsey and Paris. But here was the awesome part.
Paris looked human.
"Wut." I pointed at him. "Oh shut up." he flipped the bird and and let us drop.
"His 100 year curse wore off! He's human for a week." she sighs. "Every hundred years I turn inot a human for a week. It's annoying, and I can't stand it."he shoves his hands in his pockets.
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Oak Woods' Tales of Tomorrow
General FictionOak Woods, is pretty much screwed. Life is just pretty much horrible. And the Oak of Yesterday just flew up a ducks butt and died.