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ㅤThe Ritual Through A Mirrorㅤ
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Since the beginning of time many ancient civilizations believe the existence of multiple worlds. Worlds that are connected to the one we inhabit now. According to legends, there exists people who are connected these worlds and blessed with special abilities. Abilities that allow them to interact with these other worlds. These abilities along with the help of rituals gives them the chance to create a gateway. This lets them potentially cross over through the use of dreams or reflections.

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Zach was miserable and exhausted. It was all so menial. Wake up, work, rush home and rinse and repeat. Life just didn’t have the zest that others seemed to have. He hated going out with coworkers and had no friends that cared to check up on him when things were tough. “I need a change, I can’t just keep going on like this.” Zach mumbled to himself after getting home from yet another day of overtime that was sprung on him last minute. He had been especially exhausted as of late. Strange dreams visited him at night and he couldn’t make much sense of the things he had been seeing. Zach had just chalked it up to eating old take-out food too close before sleeping too late at night.

He looked at his reflection as he kicked his shoes off and hardly recognized himself. The area around the space under his eyes was dark and almost sunken in. His hair dull and almost lifeless. He just looked so washed out and weary. “Something’s gotta give I can’t do this anymore. I just wish I had people that cared about me.” But what could he do? He was nothing but a cog in the machine. Could he move away? Start anew? Money was tight and he could maybe get by for a couple months but it wouldn’t change anything. He’d fall into the same habits and would still be consumed by his loneliness. At this point he wasn’t even angry that his life had turned out like this. He just felt nothing and that seemed to be the part that frightened him the most.

After washing and rinsing off his lunch containers and dinner dishes, Zach suddenly heard a loud thump followed by a clatter near the door in the entryway. It didn’t sound like a knock at the front door, it was too late at night for any deliveries or anything of the sort. Zach wiped his hands off on a towel before leaving the kitchen to go see what the sound was. “Tsk, oh no the mirror…” The mirror near the front door seemed to fallen off it’s anchors on the wall. Bits of glass were covering the floor and Zach could tell it was completely shattered without even flipping it over. He turned it to face him and looked back at the fractured refection of himself the mirror showed him. “Ye-owch!” Zach grimaced. In the process of doing so he cut his finger on a shard and a few drops of blood dropped onto the mirror.

Suddenly the cracks in the mirror started to emit a cool blue glow that pulsed. Stunned, Zach watched as the glow started to grow stronger and the broken glass started to ripple. “I know I’m exhausted but I’m literally losing my mind, I must be.” He felt like he was getting pulled by an incredibly strong force until all of a sudden he was falling. Falling incredibly fast until he stopped and came to a thud.

“OOWWWWCH! My tail!” a voice screeched out. It took a few moments before Zach could shake off the stupor he found himself in and register the shrieking that came from below him. “It’s broken isn’t it!? Ohh it’s over for me, I’ll lose it! It’ll fall off won’t it” the voiced shrieked. Zach stared, completely dumbfounded by what he saw. A bird? No, a penguin that was pink was trying to clutch onto his short tail while a rabbit seemed to assess the situation. But these weren’t normal animals, they were huge and were wearing clothes?

“Calm down Puck, stop being such a baby!” the second voiced tried reasoning with the pink penguin. “Wait Bunny! Let me try wagging my tail, I’ve seen Lucky do that” Puck said before a sad attempt to wiggle his tail. “But you couldn’t wiggle your tail before that! Come on we’re wasting time, look he’s here already!” Both animals turned to look at Zach. “You’re probably feeling really scared right now but don’t be! The ritual was a success!” Bunny said happily. “I’m dreaming, I have to be dreaming, that’s all. I’ll wake up and I’ll be home.” Zach was trying to reason with himself. He started pinching himself in an effort to wake himself up. “This isn’t a dream, we followed the spell book Bunny found to summon someone who can help us.” Puck spoke up. “Didn’t you make a ritual for yourself? Isn’t that why you’re here?” Zach remembered the broken mirror. “Ritual? Are you talking about the mirror that fell?” Bunny nodded “Uh huh! And also the drops of blood! It’s supposed to open a portal between our worlds. We’ve been trying to summon someone to help us out” Both Puck and Bunny nodded before gesturing to the mirror they had used. “Portal….Summon….Wha-But I didn’t do that on purpose? The mirror broke by accident!” Zach couldn’t wrap his head around any of this.

“Look we summoned you because we needed help so we’re assuming that you opened the gateway because you needed our help.” Puck waddled over before pointing out towards above the tree. “Do you see that smoke? And the little bit of mountain poking out? There’s cave up there and we need your help to convince the dragon who lives up there to stop stealing our crops.” Bunny nodded “Yeah he’s a total meanie and sneaks into our village at night and makes a big mess out of everything. If he keeps this up we won’t have anything left to eat for winter. We’re gonna go up there together and talk to him!” Suddenly, everything boiled over for Zach. He felt overwhelmed with everything that happened and started to feel weak. His vision turned fuzzy before everything suddenly turned dark.

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Zach started to stir awake, opening his eyes to realize that he seemed to be in a house now. He was laying on a bed, tucked under the covers with a cool cloth on his head. The penguin and bunny he met were nowhere to be seen. He sat up before trying to stand up, still feeling a bit unsteady on his feet. He took a few steps to the door and opened it. He saw a small kitchen area that had a little fireplace with a large pot with a fire lit underneath it. It seemed to be simmering something. Everything else around the home seemed normal, quaint even. A warm stream of light was pouring from the window near the front door. Zach opened the door in search of the two animals he had met.

“He’s finally awake! Took you long enough!” He saw the penguin and bunny sitting on a set of chairs, playing what seemed to be a card game; the symbols on the cards didn’t looks familiar. “H-how long was I out for?” The bunny smiled up at him “Two days! The trip must have taken a lot out of you? How are you feeling now?” Zach still couldn’t believe what he was seeing but answered. “Alright I guess…just really confused.” Bunny and puck set the cards down before pulling up a seat for Zach to sit. “We got off on a weird start so let’s start over again. I’m Bunny and this is Puck! We live on this island together with the other villagers.” Zach looked at them and decided to play along. “I’m Zach. I should also thank you for taking care of me while I rested…..What about the ‘dragon’ you guys were talking about?” Puck pointed out towards the area behind the house. “Look what that jerk did.” He looked over and saw parts of the land that seemed to be scorched. The plants there that remained looked torn apart and burnt. “That was from the last time the dragon attacked our village. He nearly burned our patch of wheat.”

“I still don’t understand what this has to do with me. Why am I here?” Puck and Bunny suddenly stood up before motioning Zach to follow them inside the house. They sat at the table as Puck pulled a book off the shelf before opening it and placing it on the table. It was written in letters that Zach didn’t recognize, they looked like runes. “Look at this picture, see the person? That’s you! According to this ancient text, legend says that our village will be saved by a traveller from another world. A traveller who has lost their way in their own world….” Zach froze. “Lost their way?” Puck and Bunny both nodded “Yup! But you don’t have to worry about anything that hurt you in your previous world, we’ll protect you from anything. Including the dragon.” Puck beamed fiercely. “After all, we’re friends!” Zach was shocked. “Friends?” “Yeah of course! We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

This was new to Zach, feeling wanted, needed, feeling like he could help other. He was silent for a few moments and could feel himself holding back, almost as if he couldn’t believe the words he heard. “If it’s help you need….then I’ll do what I can….” Both Puck and Bunny erupted in loud cheers before hugging Zach. “Hurray! Then all we have to do is go up the mountain tomorrow and face the dragon.” Bunny bounced around the room excitedly. Puck started serving the stew that was in the pot into three bowls and set them on the table. “Let’s make sure to eat up and rest up for tomorrow! We’ll leave at dawn.”

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“Okay we should be all set, everyone ready to go?” The trio stood at the base of the mountain, it was a steep climb but they could see the cave’s opening from where they were standing. “So what’s the plan exactly?” Zach asked the two animals. “Well we thought if we go over and ask super nicely, the dragon will stop.” Bunny said as they started their ascent up the mountain.

They eventually made it to opening of the cave. As they got closer they could hear loud snores coming from inside of the cave. They walked closer until the stood at the entrance. Bits of burnt plants scattered the area and in the center of the cave was the dragon, fast asleep. “Hellooooooo! Wakey wakey!” The snores continued on. In a moment of courage, Zach walked past Bunny and Puck towards the dragon. He walked right up to the dragon before tapping it. “Hey! Wake up!” The dragon started to stir before waking up. “Woah how’d you guys make it here? I’m supposed to be the only one who can make it up here.” The dragon let out a loud yawn that let out a few small flames from his mouth.

“We’re here because you keep stealing from the village and keep ruining crops in the process.” Zach said as Bunny and Puck moved in closer. “Yeah! Zach is right! You keep messing things up!” Bunny said as she stepped forward to guard her friends. “Wait I’m sorry I didn’t mean to burn those crops, I was just so hungry and every time I sneeze or cough, my fire slips out a little.” Puck looked frustrated “A little? A little?! You singed a whole section of our pumpkin patch the time before last.”

“Ok look I’m really sorry. I just live up here on my own…and I get so hungry. It gets so lonely up here sometimes…..I don’t know how to farm and nothing grows up here anyways. I really am sorry, I didn’t think you guys would notice if I helped myself.” Tears started spilling from the dragon’s eyes. Zach turned to Bunny and Puck before huddling and speaking in murmurs. “Ok we have an idea that’ll benefit everyone. What about if you move into the village and start helping out on the farms? This’ll only work if you promise to get your fire under control. You’ll get to help out with the crops in exchange for them. How does that sound?”

The dragon suddenly ran up to the trio before lifting them all up into a bear hug. “Yippeeeee! I Drago the Dragon promise to never ever let my fire burn any of the crops ever again!” He set them down and the others introduced themselves. “Well Drago, it sounds like you’ll have a lot to learn. I’ll teach you everything I know so be ready!” Puck said with a big smile on his face. “You’d really do that for me?” Drago asked. “Of course what are friends for?”

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They began their descent down the mountain and back into the village. Back at the house Bunny and Puck were giving Drago the tour around and explained all the different parts of the village. That evening after dinner, Puck and Bunny started getting ready to perform the ritual to send Zach back. “We can’t thank you enough Zach. We thought it’d be a lot harder to convince Drago here to start taking better care of things around here.” Drago laughed sheepishly “Sorry about that guys.” Zach smiled and was surprised at himself too. The version of himself wouldn’t have even had the motivation to listen to any of the things Bunny and Puck had told him. Something about this world brought out a softer and happier side to him. “Ready to go? All you’ll have to do is walk through and you’ll be back in your world.” Zach stood and hesitantly looked around. Could he really go back to how things were back in his world? Always sad, alone and miserable. “Uhhh Zach?” Bunny called out. “We can’t keep the gate open for too long. Bugs will start crawling through and I haven’t gotten to the part of the butterfly effect in the ancient text yet.” Puck said.

“What if I didn’t have to go back? Couldn’t I just stay here? Being here….it was the most fun I’ve had in a really long time.” Zach never asked anyone for much in his original world, but here he found himself almost wanting to be a bit selfish for himself. “What I’m trying to say is….If it’s okay….I want to stay. I want to stay here with you guys.” Bunny and Puck both jumped up excitedly before going over to Zach, wrapping him in a big hug. “Of course you can!! I don’t see why not! You’re our friend!” Bunny said as the portal closed up. In all the excitement, Drago picked the three of them up as they hugged. "This can be your home now Zach!" Puck said happily “We can all stay together! It’ll be so much fun!” They all laughed and Zach couldn’t help but notice that for once, he felt excited to see what the next day would have in store for him.

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The End.
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Amateur writer at best here, but I had fun writing this and it’s one of the better things I’ve written in a while. Hope you enjoy.

Deep within the enchanted forest lies an elusive population of fairy beings. They are very small, approximately only two inches tall, complete with beautiful patterned butterfly wings. Using their wings and a combination of magic known as fairy dust they can fly while spreading joy and wonder throughout the rest of the forest.

One such fairy is unlike the rest. Now don’t get me wrong, she is just as beautiful as any other fairy with her long, slightly curly pale purple hair complete with rainbow highlights, and wonderful iridescent wings. What makes her different is her inability to fly. No, before you ask there is absolutely nothing wrong with her wings. They are well structured and open and close perfectly fine. For some unknown reason she has no access to the ancient flow of fairy dust. Fairy wings on their own aren’t enough to grant fairies their flight. They can hover for maybe a second or two, but their bodies are just too much for a pair of wings to handle on their own without the assistance of fairy dust.

This flightless fairy is known as Lavender. While growing up Lavender didn’t have many friends as young fairies love their fairy games which nearly of all require the ability to fly. There was one fellow fairy who saw past Lavender’s handicap however. Her name is Daisy.

Daisy is a little on the short side even for fairy standards. She sports a cute short blonde bob haircut, and has beautiful pink with white accented wings. She has always been there for Lavender and does her best to cheer her up when her flightlessness starts to wear on her.

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One day, after Lavender had become a young adult fairy something strangely shifted within the flow of the fairy dust. No matter how hard they tried not a single fairy could access the flow. Meaning no fairy could fly or access any other of their magical capabilities. All fairies except for Lavender lived in homes up in the trees. Lavender opted to build a home on top of a tree stump with carved out steps considering her lack of being able to fly. All other fairies were now trapped in their homes as they were unable to fly down. Climbing down was also out of the question as fairies seldom used either their arms or even more so their legs for strenuous activity as flying around everywhere was much more convenient.

As Lavender exited her home that morning she instantly knew that something was amiss. The usual excited morning chatter drifting down from above was absent. As was the glittering of spent fairy dust that would often fall down upon her in sheets. As she looked up at her friend Daisy’s house she could she Daisy herself sitting on the ledge of her porch.

Their eyes met and Daisy called down to her friend, “Something’s terribly wrong Lav. No one can fly it’s as if the flow of fairy dust has suddenly vanished.”

“Is there anyway I can help?” questioned Lavender in response.

“I honestly don’t know. I wish there was a way but unless you can magically fly now that the rest of us can’t I don’t really think there’s much you can do.”

Lavender frowned but decided to give her wings a try anyways. She braced her legs and began to flutter her wings as fast as she could. Her feet lifted off the ground for the usual two seconds before promptly landing on them again with the same disappointment as always.

She returned her attention back to Daisy, “I’m sorry Daze, I’m still as flightless as ever. There has to be something I can do though.”

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Several hours passed while Lavender thought to herself. After a while she decided that she was going to leave the fairy forest in search of an answer within the greater enchanted forest. Sure it was dangerous and she had never left the safety of the fairy forest before but she was determined to do something useful for once in her life.

With a new sense of enthusiasm Lavender looked up at Daisy and shouted, “I’m going to look for an answer out in the enchanted forest. Nothing’s going to happen if I just sit here all day.”

“But Lavender! You’ve never been out there before. It’s dangerous for even the most seasoned of fairies. You’ll get yourself killed!” Daisy said with worry in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Daisy but I have to do this. Like it not I’m going, and I’m going to find a solution to this problem so you and the rest of the fairies can get back to normal,” said Lavender while looking ahead towards the gate that led out of the fairy forest and into the greater enchanted forest.

With that Lavender took off at a run towards the gate. She was a rather fast sprinter actually more so than any other fairy due to living her life on her legs rather than her wings. She had no issue slipping through the gate as the usual gate guard was trapped flightless within his treetop home.

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Lavender’s first venture into the greater enchanted forest left her in awe. Everywhere she looked was covered in luscious green vegetation. There were also many different colours of glowing fungi dotted as far as the eye could see. Despite lacking a plan, Lavender continued onward she was driven to find some way to help the other fairies even if she didn’t even know where to start.

After maybe an hour of carefully walking through the forest something began to rustle in undergrowth just behind Lavender. She froze. With a squeak a large weasel leaped out and quickly eyed her up while licking it’s lips. Without even giving herself time to think Lavender turned and ran as if her life depended on it.

She frantically looked around as she continued to run looking for any way to lose or escape from the ravenous weasel that was hot on her tail. Her heart sank as she reached a dead end. A deep ravine lay on her right and a fast flowing river lay on her left. The only way to go was forward straight into a huge dark cave. The weasel would likely catch her in there if it truly was the dead end that it appeared, but she had no other choice. Straight into the depths of the cave she ran.

Upon entering the cave, Lavender no longer heard the pounding of the weasel’s footsteps behind her. She dared to stop for a second and looked back. Sure enough the weasel had stopped dead in it’s tracks with a terrified look upon it’s face. After a few moments it took a couple steps back and laid down in wait as if it anticipated for her exit back out of the cave at some point. With no other option, Lavender continued to venture deeper within the cave.

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At the very back of the cave loomed a huge figure, easily 8 feet tall, which is absolutely massive by fairy standards. As Lavender’s eyes began to focus she realized with fear that she had found the cave of a giant. With panic coursing through her veins she ran for the nearest pot sitting on the floor and cowered behind it.

With a sigh, the giant sat down in a slump clearly oblivious to his surprise visitor. As Lavender peeked around the curved edge of the pot she deciphered the look of sadness on the giant’s face.

The giant quietly whispered to himself, “This is so unfair. Why did I have to be born as a short giant? My own kind doesn’t accept me and anyone else just runs in fear. I wish I had a friend.”

Lavender empathized with the giant as she too didn’t have many friends. Sure she had Daisy who she was beyond grateful for but she still knew the ache of loneliness from time to time. Not to mention many fairies didn’t like her very much just because she was different and unable to fly.

With a burst of courage, Lavender slowly walked out from behind the pot and towards the giant. As she approached he didn’t look up. Her footsteps were likely too quiet for his large ears to pick up.

She cleared her throat and as loudly as she could without yelling said, “Hi Mr. Giant, I know what it’s like to be sad and not accepted by others. Would you like to be my friend?”

With a bewildered look the giant looked up with a smile.

“I would love to Miss Fairy.” the giant replied with a booming yet gentle voice.

“My name is Oscar by the way.” added the giant.

“Pleased to meet you Oscar, I’m Lavender.” said Lavender with a smile.

The two got along surprisingly well considering their differences, but at the same time they also had a lot in common. It all balanced out I suppose. The two chatted for some time about their childhood struggles and how they dealt with them. It was well into the afternoon before Lavender remembered her true purpose for being out here in the first place.

“I hate to change the subject Oscar, but I just remembered that I’m on a mission.” said Lavender.

“A mission? What kind of mission?” questioned Oscar.

Lavender then promptly explained what had happened to the other fairies. How they had lost their connection to fairy dust and that she was trying to find a solution.

With a frown Oscar sat and thought for a few moments.

When he spoke up he said, “I think I might be at fault for that. I was really upset late last night and while out for a walk I came across this beautiful looking shrine in the forest. Atop this gorgeous statue of a winged lady was a glittering orb filled with a rainbow of colours. I didn’t know at the time, but I suspect it is important to your kind?”

After pondering the idea for a second Lavender’s eyes lit up, “I think you might be on to something Oscar! I know most of our past has been lost to time but a shrine that helps us connect to the flow of fairy dust doesn’t sound too far out to lunch. After all the power has to come from somewhere right?”

Oscar pulled the wondrous orb down from a shelf and with that the two set off. Lavender carefully balanced on one of Oscar’s outstretched palms.

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The shrine was a site to behold. Waterfalls flowed between the ivory coloured stones. Gentle green moss covered the ground. In the center of the shrine stood the statue of the fairy lady that Oscar had described. He carefully kneeled down and placed the rainbow orb back within her outstretched hands.

The entire place began to glow and flow with overwhelming power. In front of the statue appeared an apparition. One that looked just like the statue of the fairy lady. Only unlike the statue she could actually speak.

“Thanks to both of you for returning that orb. It is essential to the forest of fairies without it they lose all access to the power of fairy dust. I may be the long forgotten fairy goddess Fayette, but I still care about the well being of fairy kind. I’d like to grant each of you a wish within reason for helping out.”

After a pause Oscar spoke up, “Fayette, I am actually the cause of all this trouble by taking the orb in the first place so I really don’t think I deserve anything in return. I’m just happy to have a friend in Lavender here.”

“very well.” with a smile Fayette nodded.

Lavender felt bad for how Fayette had been long forgotten by fairy kind as a whole. Despite having always dreamed of being able to fly one day Lavender was willing to give up her life long dream for something that she deemed was much more important.

“I want all fairies to know who you are Goddess Fayette by remembering and learning about our ancient customs and traditions.”

“You are such a sweet kind soul Lavender, but are you sure that’s what you want to use your wish on? There isn’t anything that you would want for yourself?” replied Fayette.

“There is something that I want for myself yes, but I believe the wish I gave you is much more important and would benefit us all. So I’m ok with giving it up. Besides I’m come to peace with the fact that I cannot fly. There are many other things that I can do and that’s more than enough worth living for.” Lavender smiled as she looked to her new friend Oscar.

With a simple nod of understanding Goddess Fayette stepped towards Oscar and Lavender and away from the shrine and declared “With that I will return with you to the fairy forest to teach the others about our rich past and long forgotten customs. I can’t stay too long as after all I’m simply an apparition of my former self, but I will teach all that I can. Everyone will also be welcome to come and visit my shrine anytime. I would definitely appreciate the company.”

With that, the sun began to set as the unusual trio of a giant, goddess apparition and flightless fairy began to fade off in the distance towards the hidden fairy forest. All three with glorious smiles plastered across their faces.

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Let me regale you with the story of how I achieved what I was told to be impossible.

It was the summer of 2020. Another warm beautiful carefree day on the Lahee Isle. The summer-time breeze rolled across the beach, Kit Cat doing bicep curls with the waves washing his paws, the sand was toasty from the beaming sun, Raymond reading a book under the shade. But I caught on the corner of my eye a newly pitched tent.

“Who was pitching up a tent behind the Town Hall?” I wondered aloud.

I walked in to investigate our new islander. It was a pink bird, shuffling cards, and arranging them on the ground. It appeared to be playing a game of solitaire.

“Greetings camper, what brings you here?” I waved to our newly arrived guest.

“I’ve been told this was an island of beauty, fields of flowers spanning across the horizons, as far as the eye can see. Oh, where are my manners, I’m Miranda.” she waved her pink wings at me.

This was true, I’ve allowed the flowers to grow wild to cover every inch of the island.

“Yet, I don’t see a single blue rose. What a disappointment.” Miranda sighed.

“A blue rose?” I asked bewildered “surely one must have grown by now”

“One does not simply grow a blue rose by chance. It must be cultivated with careful precision or found on a special island” pinching her primary remiges feathers together.

Flustered, I ran out and scoured my island for the blue rose to prove to them that I indeed had completed my flower collection. But alas, there wasn’t a single blue rose to be found.

‘What does it matter,’ I pouted, ‘I can just buy this blue rose and plant it here.’ I told myself. So I’ve returned to my daily routine. I woke up day after day, fully rested without a care in the world, laid in the summer afternoon sun with an ice cream sundae, greeted my neighbors on my stroll back, and stayed up late at home playing on my Nintendo Switch.

One day, laying in bed, I wondered about that blue rose. Surely, I could have bought one from another merchant on my travels, but I could be swindled. Who knows if the blue roses I buy would be legitimate blue roses, or just made to look like a blue rose.

It started to plague my mind, I would be rolling in my bed up until dawn thinking about it. My simple comfort was no more. So, I was determined to obtain a true blue rose, and prove my worth by growing it on this island. That morning, I packed my rucksack with a shovel and a watering can, and took the Dodo Airlines to seek the means to grow a blue rose.

I arrived on an island known to have a few acclaimed botanists. There was a campground in the center of the island and mobile stores arranged in a circle around the campfire. One was a flower shop with a shopkeeper arranging a flower display. That one told me I could find the flowers which produce a blue rose on a deserted island with roses. But only if your home island had roses to begin with. It’s been so long since I’ve started on my island, I couldn’t remember if it had started with roses. So that method wasn’t reliable. The shopkeep directed me to two botanists who were arguing by the campfire.

Another two botanists were arguing on whose method yielded a blue rose faster.
The surly botanist bolstered that their method required fewer steps, more options and thus quicker to reach the means to produce a blue rose. The other tenacious botanist clinged to their method being much more reliable in yielding blue roses if one can just wait a few extra growing seasons to produce the budding roses.

Who was I to argue which breeding method was better? So, I’ve decided to take both of their advice onto paper and set out to use both methods.I figured if I just attempted all the rumored possibilities, I’ll have a better chance of getting a blue rose than just following a single method. With the aid of the Dodo Airlines I flew to find a new bare island to cultivate my roses.

Day after day, I’ve torn apart fields of flowers to cultivate roses to crossbreed. Sleep for only four measly hours, wake up at the break of dawn to start digging again. Water, prune and pick away any weeds. By nightfall I’m too tired to do anything else, aside from picking the dirt out of my fingernails while drifting off to sleep to only wake again in four hours time.

Things were going well in the first week. I’ve planted a fresh field of white roses to obtain black roses. By the end of the second week, I had a field of black roses to make hybrids.

In the third week, I was running out of room on my island to plant the new hybrid flowers. I dug up sand to fill in ponds and riverbeds expanding the size of the land.

With multiple fields sub-divided all across the island growing at different paces, I’ve quickly lost track of which patch of flowers belonged to which breeding methods.

Surely, I thought, it’ll eventually create a blue rose for me without much attention.
Weeks passed, and I barely managed to get a hybrid red rose out of the vast fields of roses. I started wondering if I was crossbreeding the correct colors together. Did I mistakenly throw out the flowers I needed?

Months passed, and I started forgetting which flowers belong to which botanist crossbreeding methods. Was I looking for a hybrid white from this patch of flowers? Or was I looking for a hybrid red? Which orange rose does this breed belong to? Was it supposed to be the one that crosses with the purple or the white?

At this point I thought maybe I should just admit defeat and just buy the blue rose from a traveling merchant. Was it really worth my time to cultivate a blue rose just to impress someone else’s standards?

This felt like my lowest low. I've broken so many shovels. I have spent so much time obtaining only two hybrid red roses, which may not even be the correct ones. They’ve only given me more red and black roses. “Curse my luck.” I shook my fist to the clouds in the sky.

No, I was determined this time, in this lifetime I will find that blue rose with my own two hands if it’s the last thing I do on this island.

I shuffled the botanists’ papers together, trying to decipher if there were any common crossroads that lead the different methods together. And there was, it was the method of checking whether the purple hybrid rose was worthy of producing the correct seedlings. So, I’ve decided to mark all the purple hybrid roses into this fail-check system. If it spawned a yellow rose, I'd just cross them all with a hybrid white and abandon the other breeding technique.

I started losing track of time. I’ve forgotten when was the last time I’ve talked to all my islanders. I yearned for that carefree lifestyle, and many of those days have come and left. Has it been a year already? How many summers has it been?

Finally, one day, I believe I have discovered the correct purple hybrid rose and started breeding them to create a mass of hybrid reds. Slowly in a week, two red roses became 4 and then 8.

One morning, digging up my failed purple roses to recycle them in the compost bin, I went to check on my hybrid red flower bed, and saw the most glorious sprout. It was a blue rose!

“I did it!” I shouted to myself “It’s a blue rose! Look!” I dug it out carefully with my shovel to isolate it. Indeed, it was a blue rose, not a black or purple rose that was just off shade blue, but truly a blue rose.

I shoveled up and packed away a dozen of the roses back to my home island. As my plane was landing back at my port, the island seemed different. A lot of abandoned homes can be seen from above. Weeds were overgrown and garbage was spewed across what were golden sands of the shore. Was this truly the carefree island I left years ago? It looks so different. But alas there was Kid Cat curling his weights and waving at me as my plane flew by.

I sighed in relief and thought this wasn’t something I couldn’t quickly clean up and fix. After all, I've obtained the blue rose.

I plucked out of my satchel a blue rose pedal I’ve picked from my garden and held it up in the sunbeam canopy, so the Great Squeakoid Tree was able to see it.

I thought to myself, ‘It’s been two long years. Now I can finally retire back to my easy summer life as the blue rose self-propagates all over my island.’

“Truly amazing, but have you seen the Jacob's ladder bloom on your island?” the Great Squeakroid squeaked.
“The what now?...” I replied bewildered.
 
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It was a beautifully ordinary day. Everything had a place to be, and in it's place everything was, and that was just how he liked it. Gerard was a simple man, content to live his simple life. He bothered no one, and in doing so, he hoped no one would bother him back. But it didn't always work out that way.

Each day he woke up and brushed his teeth, he ate his breakfast, and he brought in the paper. He would sit in the single chair by his kitchen table, and read the newspaper while admiring his perfectly manicured lawn. That's how his life went, day by day. That is, until one not so ordinary day. Gerard awoke and he brushed his teeth. He ate his breakfast. He brought in the newspaper. He sat in his single kitchen chair, and flicked open his paper. He looked over his lawn and was shocked to see it had grown wildly overnight. “Better pull out the ol' mower” he muttered. And then he did just that.

He worked his way methodically across the yard in straight lines, leaving a stripe of uniformly cropped grass in his wake. Back and forth he glided across the yard, until he spotted something he had never seen in his yard before. A ring of unusual mushrooms nestled into the uncut grass. The mushrooms were purple in color, grew upwards in a spiral, and let off glowing spores. “Huh” he mused, before promptly stepping forward and grinding them up with his trusty lawnmower.

All at once he was engulfed by a plume of glowing spores! They filled his lungs with a searing heat and made his eyes burn and water. He started coughing uncontrollably, and fell to the ground, taking the lawnmower with him. In his coughing fit he began to see stars before the blackness seeped in, promptly swallowing him up.

Minutes passed before he awoke. In a groggy haze, he sat up and rubbed the remaining glittering spores from his eyes. He began to make out his surroundings. It was a forest, unlike any he had ever seen on TV. The trees were green and flat, like giant blades of grass. Pretty much exactly like giant blades of grass. “Giant grass? Almost looks like...” he pondered. He looked up and took a step back to get a better look at the strange flora and bumped into something. He turned around to see an enormous wall of blades, covered in green shreds and glowing purple powder, the great maw of his lawnmower. “I musta passed out coughin'... reckon I'm dreamin' ”

“HEEEEY, HEY! What's your problem man?! I saw you freakin' obliterate Steev's house, maaan!”

Gerard jumped and rubbed his head, trying to assess how hard he must have hit it. What he could only describe as a rainbow colored, man shaped blob was yelling at him from inside a giant mushroom. He had long disheveled locks of hair(?) and atop his head, a crown of dandelion weeds.

“I beggin' yer pardon, uh mushroom man!”

“Can't you tell I'm a weed man... man? That wasn't cool at all, demolition dude! You need to go like, apologize to Steev, man!”

“How'n the heck've I gotten myself shrunk?! You must've seen somethin'!” Gerard hollered back at the tie-dye adorned... “What'ar you? Like, an elf?”

“A WEED MAN, MAN!” The hippy bellowed back, voice tinged with irritation, “You gotta' a lotta nerve, man! Not only did you like, take out Steev's house, but now you're insulting me? Not cool, dude! Not cooool!”

“Well shoot, since yer put it that way!” Gerard toed the ground in embarrassment. "I'll make amends with Steve, but how'd ya suppose I get back to my ol' self?!”

“Only the King knows about magic mushroom maintenance, man! I just live here! Listen, just go say sorry to Steev, and afterwards you should go talk to the King. I donno' if he's going to be too pleased with you though man, after you broke his magic mushroom portal. You're going to need some good luck!”

“Yer' tellin' me.” Gerard sighed heavily, pinching his brow.

“Oh! Just hold on a second, man! I know you you humans tend to, like, misunderstand instructions! You are going to need to bring good luck to the King so he can restore you to your original, massive size. You're gonna need a genuine four leaf clover, man!”

“Oh! Why didn't yer just say so, weed man? Thanks, yer savin' me from a world o'trouble!”

“Don't worry about it, dude. Tell Steev I said 'Hay', and get that crazy mushroom murder machine outta here, man!” And with a slam of his door, the garishly garbed man disappeared inside his mushroom house.

Gerard looked out across the path left behind the lawnmower. The sun beamed down on the shortened grass and the area surrounding the mower was covered by shreds of purple fungus. An exasperated looking yellow slug with brown spots was picking though the fungal remnants. “Um, 'scuse me, Steve.. sir? I'm awful regretful 'bout the state of things...”

“I am Steev, but I'm no sir.” The Slug looked up at Gerard, her eye-stalks extending toward him slowly bobbing up and down in their examination. “I'd thank you to stop making assumptions and listen now. Lucky for me, and luckier for you, this mushroom was not my only residence. I still have my shell house in Southyard to return to. I made a bet with the King this was a terrible spot to leave the circle, he's gonna pay out this time for sure, you've got to be headed that as well I assume, so looks like you'll be my escort.”

“I beggin' yer pardon?” Gerard sighed, “You don't wanna come with me, I'm no good dealing with other folk.”

“Other folk? Quaint.” she scoffed “Well seeing as how you demolished my home with me inside, I'd say you owe me this at least. Let's not dawdle now, it's at least a day's journey to the King's mound, lets be off!” Steev gestures to the path Gerard had cleared with the mower, rears back and then slowly slides forward, traveling at a... slug's pace.

“Hoo boy, alrighty then.” Gerard followed, and quickly caught up to the banana slug and the two made their way across the expanse of cropped grass. It was twilight by the time they arrived at a mountain of dirt at the back of the yard.

“Ah perfect timing!” The slug exclaimed.

“Perfect timing for wha-?” Gerard asked before being cut off my a large mole erupting from the mountain before him.

“Steev? Is that you Steev?” the mole squeaked.

“It is, my King, and here also is the human who wrecked my house and your magic mushroom portal!”

Gerard shrunk down in guilt, he never had any intention to hurt anyone.

“Human! In so short a time you've brought such destruction upon my subjects. Why do you present yourself to me now?”

“Well I-” Gerard started but his voice caught in his throat.

“He's gotten himself shrunk, my King” the slug cut him off. “He's come to ask a favor, and on that note so have I.” she smugly stated. The King turned his twitching star shaped nose to the slug.

“Oh? And for what do you ask?”

“I told you I've seen this human's ways, he clear cuts the yard at least once a week this season, that's why I said this yard wont work!” The slug rasped.

“Oh deer” The Mole King sighed. “Since the humans moved in there's been less and less places to stay, I've already had to move six magic mushroom rings this week.”

Gerard felt another ping of guilt, he had never considered his lawn maintenance would have such an impact on the lives of others.

“Mole King I don't know what to say” Gerard started “Here an' I thought I was polishin' my lawn to perfection... I had no idea there were so many livin' out here... I hate to ask, uh your sire, but I 'm goin' ta need a favor so I can set things right.”

“A four leaf clover is the only thing that can return futilized fungi to functioning form. It should have been an easy task, but it seems at though your mushroom murder machine has uh... relieved it's self upon the clover patch. The King pulls his elongated clawed fingers from the dirt and points toward an even bigger mound of shredded grass a short ways off. “I'd imagine if you can get to the bottom of that pile you might still be able to find one.” Gerard thanked the King for his time and apologized to the slug again, and headed toward the mountain of grass.

Digging though the pile was a monumental task. At first he tore unrestrainedly at the grass pile, but as he made any headway to the bottom where the clovers were growing, an avalanche of grass would slide down, filling in the space he had cleared and knocking him over. Eventually he figured out he could weave the blades into a tunnel through the pile and slowly comb the ground bellow for clovers. After counting the leaves of countless clovers, he finally found it! A small bright green clover with 4 tiny leaves. “Ha! Maybe I've got some luck today after all!” Gerard exclaimed, and he wiped the grass dyed sweat from his brow. As it had gotten quite late by this point, he decided to hold up there for the night and make the trip back to the King in the light of morning.

Gerard awoke with a start and struggled to sit up, he had been tied up in vines with pointy thorns and a foul smelling ghoul with pointed ears was sniffing his hair and digging though his pockets.

“AYE!” The ghoul cried out, and began jumping around in glee “I FOUNDS IT, I KEEPS IT~”

“What in tarnation is goin' on here?!” Gerard shouted, desperately struggling in his blackberry bindings.

“You got shrunk and come here human, yes? And you sleep here, yes? This is Elf territory you see? You sleep here, we collect payment. It is only fair you see, yes?” The elf pokes Gerard in his gut with a twig. “This clover, yes! It will be good payment for me! Hehehe!” the elf squealed.

Gerard was fuming, he could now see why the weed man was so offended to be compared to an elf.

“Now we make our leave, with your leaf! Hehehe!”

“No, wait!” Gerard panicked, “Surly you have no use for that lousy weed! I have... many even greater treasures to offer you!”

“Ohoho? Elf is no fool! Elf knows the value of lucky clovers, what do you offer, human?”

“Well what do your uh... kind like?” Gerard pondered.

“We likes the things that are smelly, oooh and slimey. Ohoho, slime!” the elf shivered in excitement.

“I know just the thing. But first yer gonna have ta set me free! And give me back my clover!”

“AYE YES! A deal is made! We will free you man, but if you don't deliver the goodies, we knows where you live, and WE WILL takes our payment! Hehehe!” The Elf chuckled darkly, snapped his grubby little fingers, and in an instant he and he vines binding Gerard vanished. Leaving the four leaf clover behind wafting to the ground. Gerard grasped the clover, and hoping to avoid anymore run-ins with elves, quickly made his way back to the King's mound.

“Mole King, I've returned!” Gerard shouted triumphantly.

The ground rumbled, and the Mole King emerged from the great mound once again. He let out a yawn and rubbed the dirt from his tiny beady eyes.

“Ah you made it back here in one piece, I shouldn't have doubled down on my deal the slug- err I mean I knew you would make it!” Gerard had his doubts. “Now human” The Mole King explained, "You must use that lucky clover to grow back the mushroom you mashed, completing the circle once again and then conduct the Ritual of Pokee-Hokee to activate the portal.”

“Oh I, uh thought you were goin' ter fix it, and you never said anything 'bout any ritual before! I'm not sure 'bout this” Gerard muttered.​

“And why should I be the one to undo your mistakes?” He boomed. “Be off now human! Preform the ritual as I have shown you, and right the wrong you have committed on my kingdom!” the King scolded before burrowing back into the earth.

Gerard, resigned to his task, made his way back across the yard through the fallout of the mower. He stumbled across the expanse of sun burnt grass again, this time alone with his thoughts in eerie silence. It seems all of the creatures that called this place home had evacuated in fear of his lawnmower. When he arrived at the sight of the mower, he observed the outcome of his actions and once again felt that ping of guilt.

“Right well, here goes” Gerard shoved the four leaf clover in his mouth and chewed it vigorously. It's taste was intensely bitter and sent a shiver down and back up his spine. He spit the lucky goo into the shroomy shreds and almost immediately a purple dot appeared on the ground, growing larger and larger as it spiraled upwards. Gerard tried to remember the ritual steps as the King explained them.

“Let's see now.” he muttered “Stand at the edge of the mushroom circle and you put your right foot in... and your right foot out, you put your right foot in and you, shake it all about....? Ah this is ridiculous!” The mushroom's growth halted at once and began to shrink back down. “Ah! Nonono!” Gerard spun in a circle and swung his left leg in, out, and back into the circle before shaking it furiously and spinning again. The mushroom began to swell in size once more. “You put yer whole self in!” He took a deep breath and covered his eyes before he jumped into the ring of mushrooms shaking his whole body wildly. Just like before, a plume of the purple spores erupted, enveloping the area in a glittering, luminescent cloud.

Gerard fell with a thud on the ground and uncovered his eyes. He was once again in his backyard, except now he was back to his regular size. “It worked? It worked! Yahoo!” He jumped into the air, landing down his foot fell just inches from a tiny purple mushroom. He winced and hoped no one saw that, before carefully tiptoeing his lawn mower back into the shed. He headed off to bed for the night, exhausted but glad that this nightmare is finally over. As he was drifting off to sleep he couldn't help thinking there was something he'd forgotten.

The next morning he work up and went to brush his teeth but was hit with a sudden realization. “Oh no! The Elf!” Gerard he grabbed his toothbrush, toothpaste, and his dirty dishes from yesterday's breakfast and plopped them in a pile on his back porch. “That ought to please the little creep, I'd reckon.”

Gerard looked out over his lawn like he always did, but it looked different to him now. This time as his eyes swept over the stalks of untamed and varied flowers and all manner of green things growing peacefully in his own back yard, he felt a wave of appreciation wash over him. Maybe he could let things grow out a bit, watch the mushrooms come and go, and let the moles have their hills.

“Heck, maybe I'll start a compost bin.”
(No affiliation with The Lawnmower Man) I hope you enjoy my silly "little" story. It ended up a bit longer than I anticipated, but I had fun writing it! 🍄🍀
 
It’s been a little over two years since I started developing this island. I’ve seen tons of residents come and go, but it seems like the locals have mostly settled into their island homes. I’ve finished expanding my home and work on the island is nearing a close. Only one small corner of the island is undeveloped. It has been blocked off for quite some time while the islanders decide how it should be developed. Bill insists it become a new gym, Zucker wants a third restaurant/snack booth, and Pate wants to turn the area into an amphitheater where she can perform. It seems like every time the issue is settled, there is a new idea thrown into the mix, and the whole process starts all over again.

After years of town hall meetings, everyone has agreed to put in a quaint little gazebo, some bushes, and a bench. Bill has put together a small crew of “muscle heads” to help with construction. However, it only consisted of him and Pudge, and Pudge dropped out halfway to the worksite because he already ran out of snacks.

When Bill and I get to the worksite, we know it’s going to be a lot of work. “Rest assured, quacko!,” he says, “You’ve got your best friend here to do all of the heavy lifting!” Bill and I spent days moving rocks, small trees, and clearing brush. However, there was one huge rock that was blocking off a section of the cliff and making it difficult for construction of the gazebo to continue. Bill and I used all of our strength to get the rock to budge, even just a little, but to no avail.

The next day, Tom Nook agrees to help us by renting out some construction equipment. He said he was giving us a major discount, but he took out our construction budget in one fell swoop. Bill and I agreed that we needed to take care of this boulder today because we could not afford another day’s rent to Tom Nook. I hop into the machine and begin pushing the rock, attempting to lift it, and finally resort to trying to smash the thing. We break a few pieces off the front slowly but surely. It turns out, the thing seems to be jammed into a gigantic hole at the foot of the cliff. After hours and hours of trying to break down the enormous burgen in our path, a small crack forms between the boulder and the cliff, and within the crack is a faint glow.

Bill notices the glow first. “Hold on, quacko!,” he shouts. “I think there’s something in there!” I hop out of the machine and we study the mysterious glow. “I dunno, quacko; I’m pretty sure rocks aren’t supposed to glow,” Bill says shakingly. “Maybe we quit while we’re ahead,” he sweats, “I think there’s enough room to fit the gazebo here anyway. We will just need to find somewhere else to put the bench.” We both agree not to mess with things we don’t understand, namely glowing crevices, and we both go home.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. That bright green glow is the only thing I could see every time I closed my eyes. I think about how close we were to prying it out of the hole in the cliff, and I think about how I will need to return the machine to Tom Nook first thing in the morning. I decide that enough is enough; I’m going to pull that rock out of the cliff no matter what it takes. I’ll stop by Bill’s house to see if he wants to help, but if not, I know I can do this on my own. I throw on some clothes and grab the keys to the machine, a shovel, and a backpack containing a flashlight, some snacks, a few bottles of water, and a sweater. I toss it onto my back, and as I begin to lace up my work boots, I hear a quiet grumble and a faint tap on the door.

“You awake, quako?,” Bill says softly outside my door. I opened it to find him standing there warily, seemingly hoping I wouldn’t open the door. He would then go home, having given it his best shot.

“Hey, Bill. What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning.”

“I know,” he says, “but I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. I even did 500 sit-ups, hoping it would tire me out enough to put me to sleep. When that didn’t work, I did a hundred push ups. Still, I was wide awake. But that glow… What do you think it was, quacko?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, thinking about yesterday’s events, “but I think if we go now, with the use of the machine at the site, we can figure it out.”

Bill nods and we head to the foot of the cliff. The boulder is still resting in the large hole that seems to be housing it, and the faint green glow is unmistakable now. The dark of the moonless night leaves the faint glow as the only light source nearby. Bill and I look at each other knowingly. Then, we get to work.

I pull out my flashlight and strap it into a tree high enough to get a good amount of light to use the machine. I give Bill the shovel, and we both start to chip away at the boulder. With each sliver of stone that falls away, a little more light peaks out of the crevice between the rock and the hole in the cliff. As dawn begins to creep up on us the glow from the hole lights up the entire work site. Bill and I give the rock one last smash, and it finally gives. It splits all the way down the middle, enough for us to pull out the large pieces of boulder using the machine, and let them fall away.

“Wh-...what is that?,” Bill whispers, “Do you see how it shimmers? It IS shimmering, right, quacko? I mean I know it’s a hole, but why is it shimmering?”

“I don’t know. It’s definitely shimmering, but I don’t know why.” I step toward the hole in the cliff.

“What are you doing, champ?” Bill almost screams, terrified, but still using that goofy nickname he gave me ages ago. “You’re not about to go in there, are you?”

“I need to see if it’s safe. We don’t know what’s in here,” I explain, “And we might need to block this off before we install the gazebo.”

“Well if you’re going in there, I’m going with you. You’re going to need the strongest duck on Eventide Island at your side if you’re going to do this!.” Bill boasts, putting his wings up at his sides in almost a superhero pose.

“Let’s do this then.”

We walk toward the hole at the foot of the cliff, easily big enough for both of us to pass through side-by-side. As we step into this unknown world, an incredible forest filled with unknown plants, animals, sights, sounds, and smells, the ordinary world behind us melts away. I look back and only see a dark doorway where we once stood.

Bill gasps, his eyes wider than I’ve even seen. “Holy feathers! Where are we, champ? And where’s Eventide Island?”

We step farther into the forest, taking in so many things we’ve never seen before. Nothing here is like it was in our world. What is this place? I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation, of course, but I’ve never seen flora that looks quite like this.

“Help! HEEEEEEELLLP!!!!”

Bill and I both jump about a foot in the air. “WHO WAS THAT?!,” Bill screeches. “CHAMP, WHO WAS TH-,”

“IS ANYONE AROUND?! I NEED HELLLLPPP!!!!!”

Bill and I just stare at each other as an unknown voice yells from within the woods ahead of us. Then, a small creature emerges before us, creeping out from behind the trees.

“What?! Who?! Who are you? Why, I’ve never seen anything quite like the two of you!” A small bespeckled figure makes his way toward us. He’s small in stature but I can tell he’s much older than us, sporting a pristine white beard and having only a few tufts of white hair left on the top of his head. He’s wearing an outfit unlike anything in our world. It looks to be made of the local flora; pressed, dried flowers woven into a suit. His clothes glimmer, just like the flowers surrounding us, though not quite as brightly. His glasses bounce up and down on his face as he gallops toward us. “Never mind! Please, you have to help me!”

Bill and I look at each other, astonished. Who was this man? Why had we never seen him before? He was clearly connected to our island, but how? Has this entire unknown world been here this whole time?

“Well?!,” he crows at us, “Aren’t you going to say anything?! We don’t have much time to lose!”

“Of course, quacko!” yells Bill, looking even more determined than when he sets out to run 100 laps around the island. “We’ll help you!”

The small man in front of us sighs in relief, “Oh thank you! Thank you! My poor little Fluffums! I can’t find him anywhere! We were wandering here in this field of flowers, looking for the right flowers to weave into a new suit, when an incredible boom sent us spinning! I fell backwards and my glasses went flying! When I finally found them, Fluffums was nowhere to be seen! See, he’s my best friend and I’ve had him all his life. I raised him from just a little pup and we’ve been together ever since. I think he ran into the woods over yonder, but he’s not in any of his usual hiding spots! Oh please, won’t you help me find him?!” The old man begins to sob. He covers his face in his hands and weeps, “Oh, Fluffums! Where are you?!”

“Of course we’ll help you,” Bill cries.

I nod furiously in agreement. “We’ll help you, sir.”

Bill looks at me and gives me a huge grin. He then looks back at the old man, tilts his head and asks, “Just one question. Who is Fluffums?”

“Oh!” The old man removes his glasses off his face and dries them on a shimmering cloth he pulls from his suit pocket. “Of course.” He returns the cloth and reaches into his other suit pocket and pulls out a photograph. In the photograph is the old man holding a small, fuzzy creature. It has long floppy ears, tiny little legs, and puffy tail. It looks like a mix between a dog and a rabbit, but one that is much, much smaller than any villagers on Eventide.

“This is Fluffums! He’s the sweetest little guy you’ll ever meet, but boy is he scared of everything! When that portal appeared behind you, it sure scared the fuzz out of my little Fluffums!”

“Wait.” Did I just hear that correctly?

But Bill beats me to it. “A portal?!” he quacks loudly.

“Why, yes!,” the old man chuckles. “You mean to tell me you two have never seen a portal before?”

Bill and I look at each other, frozen in thought, when the old man breaks the silence.

“Still, I’ve never seen one appear out of the blue like that! Just how did you two do it?!” He looks down at his feet and tugs at his beard, deep in thought.

“Uh…anyway,” Bill squeaks out. “Fluffums?”

“Yes!,” the only man shouts, “You have to go now, before Fluffums hides too deep in the forest! There are many creatures out there in the woods, and not all of them are so kind to outsiders such as yourselves.”

Bill looks at me with fear in his eyes, then looks back at the old man with only confidence. “We’ll bring him back, sir.”

The old man nods as a few small tears drip down his face, and Bill and I begin toward the woods.

“Wait!” We turn around, and the old man is running after us with a small pouch in his hands. “You have to take this with you! It’s his favorite treat! Fluffums may be afraid of strangers, but if you give him this, he’s sure to follow you anywhere! Oh, and take his photo, too! So that you won’t forget what he looks like.”

He hands me the pouch and the photo of Fluffums. I stuff them both into my backpack, and Bill and I make our way into the woods. The trees are tall, much taller than any I’ve ever seen. The grass, flowers, and weeds are wild and unkempt, as if no one had ever traveled through these woods before. The woods are dark and hard to navigate. I grumble as I realize my flashlight is still strapped to a tree in Eventide. Bill looks at me knowingly, but there is a slight glow coming from the flowers around us, so we let them light our path.

Bill's stomach rumbles loudly. “Hey, champ, d’ya think I could get some of those snacks I saw in your bag? I’ll need to fuel up if I’m going to go much farther, quacko!”

We sit down on a toppled log nearby and I pull out a bag of chips, a granola bar, and two bottles of water. Bill gulps down a full bottle, then snags the chips from me. The bag crinkles as he tries to pry it open. Suddenly, there’s rustling in the bushes around us. The small flower buds on the bushes open to reveal beautiful glowing blue flowers. It’s as if it sensed a presence near us. We hear a small whine coming from the bushes. Bill and I look at each other.

“Did those flowers just light up?,” Bill asks, amazed.

Then, from under the bushes, out darts a small, fuzzy creature. It’s so fast that it’s gone before Bill and I realize what’s going on.

“FLUFFUMS!!!,” Bill screams. “Where did he go?!,” he asks, looking at me. Bill drops his bag of chips as he hops up, spilling chips all over the ground. Bill begins looking behind every bush and rock, looking for Fluffums. “Where d’ya think he went, champ?”

“I’m not sure, but I know we’ll find him! Let’s try to be as quiet as possible so that we don’t scare him. I’m going to look around near those huge trees. Why don’t you check over by that pond and we’ll meet back by this log?”

Bill nods and runs off through the trees. I head in the opposite direction, not knowing if this little creature can climb, swim, or dig. I think of the old man’s face as he sobbed, hoping to see his beloved friend’s face just one more time.

As I walk deeper into the woods, the trees only seem to grow. They towered over us before, but now they seem to reach the sky. The leaves above me rustle and shake as the wind blows. I wonder how I can see the sky after I walked into a hole in the side of the cliff, then I remember what the old man said about a portal. I know I am no longer in my world.

There is chattering in the bushes around me, and I know I am not the only one in these woods. It does not sound like the whine we heard from Fluffums before he appeared previously, so I am being even more cautious than before.

“HALT!,” a voice booms from above me. I look up slowly, and on one of the enormous branches sits a humongous bird. Its feathers are made up of colors I could never even imagine and they glimmer brighter than anything I’ve ever seen. The bird is at least three times the size of Blathers and has a long, colorful hook bill. Then, several smaller, less colorful birds fly down and land next to him. There’s about half his size but still just as intimidating.The largest again opens his beak and asks, “And just who might you be?”

The bird leaps off the tree branch and swoops straight toward me. He flies just above my head, only to land on a branch much closer to my face.

“Uh, hello, my name is Hillary. I’m not from around here.”

“Why, yes,” the bird chuckles, “that’s obvious. But why are you here? I can’t think of any reason why you should be in my woods.”
“Your woods?”

The bird chuckles again. “Yes, dear lost one, these are my woods. I have guarded and taken care of them for as long as I remember. Myself and my friends here make sure the forest stays healthy and safe, so that no intruders, such as yourself, harm the delicate ecosystem within our world. You may refer to me as the Guardian of the Forest.” He scowls. “Your friend over there dropped something. Something that does not belong in my woods. Head back over there and make it right.”

I nod and turn around, remembering the bag of chips that Bill dropped when Fluffums first appeared. I need to clean it up right away. Just then, I think of the photograph. I look back at the Guardian of the Forest and pull out the photograph. “Before I go, can I ask you something?”

The Guardian tilts his head. “I don’t see why not.”

I hold the photograph up to him. He leans forward to get a better look, his head being nearly as big as my whole body.

“Do you know this creature? Not the old man, but the little fuzzy one. His name is Fluffums and he’s lost in these woods. I’ve been sent to help find him.”

“Ah yes!” the Guardian squawks, “of course!” I think you’ll come across him sooner than you think.” The Guardian looks back at his flock, then back at me. “Be sure to take care of that little problem. And remember, we’ll be watching.”

The Guardian leaps off the branch, and falls toward the earth, only opening his wings moments before he hits the ground to fly away. His flock follows him and, within moments, there are all out of sight.

I make my way back to the fallen log, thinking about what the Guardian said wondering if Bill came across anything as interesting as I did. As I approach the log, I hear a quiet, whining sound, accompanied by crunching. I peek over the bushes, its flowers still glowing blue, and see Fluffums eating the chips Bill dropped on the ground. Just then, I hear the sound of twigs breaking and feet running through the dirt.

“Champ! Hey, CHAMP!!! Is that you?!” I peek up from the bushes and see Bill about to blast past the fallen log. Fluffums looks up and spots Bill, then he darts into the wilderness once more. “Was that Fluffums? Oh drat, quacko! Are we ever going to catch this little guy?”

I look at Bill and smile. “Yes, I think we will. I just thought of a plan.”

I head over to the chips on the ground, stuff them into their bag, and shove them into my backpack. I hear Bill’s stomach rumble, but he doesn’t say a word, he only watches me as I work. Then, I pull the small pouch out of my backpack, the very same one that the only man gave me. I open it up and pour a few on the ground where the chips had been. Then, I tell Bill my plan.

Hours pass as Bill and I wait in the shadows. The pouch full of treats is stuffed in my hand. The flowers are no longer glowing blue, but I still feel the presence of other creatures in this forest. Overhead, I see another large bird soaring in the sky. Not the Guardian, but definitely one of his flock, checking to see if the chips had been cleaned up. He flies by the tree tops, then, appearing satisfied, he flies away.

Suddenly, rustling in the bushes. The flower buds again open up and begin to glow a beautiful blue. A small whine comes from the bushes, and Fluffums runs out into the open, spotting his favorite treat. He makes his way over to the treat pile and begins to chow down. While he’s distracted, Bill and I make our way toward him, being careful not to make a single sound. I step over small twigs and leaves, when finally I’m only a few feet away from Fluffums. Bill is on the opposite side as backup in case Fluffums give chase. I stick my hand into to the treat pouch and pull out a few morsels. They are small and round, bright purple, and they smell sweeter than anything found on Eventide. I hold them out to Fluffums, who finally notices me as he finishes up the pile on the ground.

Fluffums backs away, but he does not run. He sticks his nose up and begins to sniff the air. He rakes one tiny step forward, then another, until finally he is right in front of me. Fluffums grabs one of the morsels and retreats, eating it away from me but noth leaving the area. Once he finishes he comes back, grabs a treat, and runs away once again, but this time he does not run as far. This repeats a few more times until finally, Fluffums is eating out of my hand. I give him a few more treats and pat him on the head. After eating his fill, Fluffums jumps into my lap and falls asleep.

“Way to go, champ!” Bill exclaims as he makes his way toward me. “You did it!”

Fluffums rustles in his sleep, but doesn’t wake. I pull the sweater out of my backpack and wrap him up on it, then I sling him across my chest so that we can safely make our way out of the woods.

We begin to head back toward where we initially met the old man, or so we thought. After a few hours of circling the woods, we hear a voice above us.”

“Need some guidance?” Bill and I look up to see the Guardian and his flock right above us, watching us from the trees. Bill is too stunned to speak. “Hello, I am the Guardian of the Forest. Would you like some help?” Bill is too stunned to muster a reply.

“Yes,” I smile, “that would be appreciated.”

Simultaneously, the Guardian and his flock jump down from the branches and swoop above our heads, leading us out of the woods. At the edge of the trees, he looks at us. “Thank you for taking care of my woods. May we meet again someday.” The Guardian and his flock take off, flying above the towering trees and disappearing into the distance.

We make our way out of the woods and spot the old man. He is picking flowers and spinning them in his hands, awaiting the return of his most precious friend. Just then, Fluffums wakes up. He stretches and whines, then perks up to see the old man waiting for him. He leaps out of arms and runs to the old man, who is too stunned to speak. He begins to sob while Fluffums licks away his tears, until he finally manages to say, “Thank you, dear ones. You will never know how much this act of kindness means to me.”

After reuniting Fluffums and the old man, he tells us all about his world. He tells us about portals to other places and how you can travel between them. He takes us to his home, and feeds us incredible foods made from local fruit and veggies, until finally it is time for us to head home. We thank the old man for his generosity, pat Fluffums on the head. “Visit again soon!,” the old man says. Fluffums wags his tail and lets out a loving whine.

“We will!,” Bill affirms, “And I can’t wait to eat more of your steamed veggies!” The old man chuckles and waves as we make our way toward the portal.

“You ready?,” I ask, looking at Bill.

He smiles and nods, “Ready, quacko!”





It is now the grand opening of our latest town project. The gazebo has finally been constructed, but more importantly, a doorway has been crafted around the portal to the old man’s world. Bill and I have been back and forth many times, and the Guardian has agreed to let the villagers of Eventide visit his woods, so long as we leave it as we found it. Fluffums has grown to love us both, and the old man has finally told us his name. All is well on Eventide, and we are excited for our next adventure.
 
In the beautiful world of animal crossing, there are thousands upon thousands of islands, towns and more all with many unique stories. It’s a sea of endless tales and today’s story is particularly one of plenty in this offering. It is set on the Island of Vanilla where Lono and her wonderful friends live in. To her, it’s a normal day like any other but what she doesn’t know is that today will be a very different day compared to others.

Lono steps outside her house. The sky is blue with some clouds and the sun is present as always. The island of Vanilla is very beautiful with many flowers, decorations and of course the residents that Lono knows and loves. After greeting Stitches, Pietro, Julian and the rest of her neighbors, Lono went around the island doing her daily routine like shaking trees for fruit, fishing, decorating and so on. She always saved digging up fossils for last. When the time came to dig with her trusty shovel, Lono swooped up a handful of fossils. However as she dug into a particular spot, she felt something was different. “This doesn’t hit like a fossil nor like a gyroid.” She thought. As fast as she could, she shoveled the dirt onto a pile. Eventually she could make out that there’s an old looking chest. She managed to bring it up to the ground. The chest doesn’t have a lock so Lono opened it without hesitation. Despite the size of the chest, there wasn’t much in it but a dusty old book. As Lono went through the pages most of them were blank. Lono stared in confusion but as she went through many more pages, she discovered that the very last one finally had something. It seemed to be a message. It reads “To whoever finds this, pardon my dust but I come from a place that’s very special, some might describe it as magical. Anyways, the reason I left all this stuff here on this island is because I’d love to share my knowledge with those that do not know anything about what we do, what we have and so on. While we can’t give out every detail about us, we are willing to share something we have. In order to obtain it, you have to go through a journey and find this special item we’ve placed there. Consider this a test that people are more open to going out of the ordinary. We strongly recommend that you bring a friend with you. Instructions are on the back of this page. Good luck! Lono turned the page and saw it was a big illustration of some sort of butterfly but strangely there’s some sort of handle attached to it as well like it’s some kind of wand. The illustration itself looked very beautiful with vibrant and pretty colors. Lono thought that this might be the treasure the mysterious person mentioned. Lastly, there were coordinates on the corner of the page. Perhaps that was where this item is located. At first Lono was excited but soon she had doubts. “What if this is a trick? And even if it wasn’t, this means that I’d have to do a huge task and leave this place that I know and love for some time. It’s definitely not the same as leaving a plane to another friend’s island. This is way different than what I’m used to.” She thought about it some more and decided that she would go out and search for this butterfly wand. This is really a once in a lifetime opportunity and this is also a chance to experience something different and out of the ordinary. She also felt comfort knowing she can bring a friend along. Lono went home and on the next day, she decided that Stitches would be alongside her in this seemingly strange journey. Lono walked to Stitches house and knocked on his door. Very shortly, Stitches answered the door and greeted her. “Hey there stuffin’ it’s always nice seeing you! Is there anything going on?“ Lono replied “Funny you should say that. Yesterday, I was doing the usual and digging up fossils. I started to dig into this one spot and it felt different than usual. Once I got whatever it was out of there, I saw it was a book and at the end of it there was a note, an illustration and coordinates for some kind of special item. It looks like some sort of butterfly wand and it looks really beautiful. I’ve wanted to ask if you’d like to tag along with me on this journey” Stitches looked amazed and without a thought he said “Whoah! That sounds really awesome and I’ve been itching to do something different. I’ll totally go with you stuffin’. You’re my friend and friends are there for each other. Are we going out today?” Lono said “Yes, I got a boat ready to set sail. Alright, here goes nothing.”

Lono and Stitches said their goodbyes to the rest of Vanilla’s residents. It might be some time before they come back home. Lono set the coordinates on the boat’s GPS and soon after her and Stitches started the journey. No going back now.

After some time in the vast sea which a lot of it was Stitches napping, Lono saw that she and Stitches were close to this place. Lono looked around and she saw some land. She was very excited and did what she could to wake up lazy Stitches. As the boat got closer, Lono noticed that a particular spot has a dock. “How convenient.” She thought. Must be where this mysterious person would want her to stop at. Finally, she docked the boat and got off alongside Stitches. Immediately she saw this was unlike any place she saw before. There is a path leading to a forest and these trees looked very beautiful with the leaves seemingly glowing multiple colors. It is very breathtaking. Lono asked Stitches what he thought and he said “Looks cute but where’s the food?” They started to walk the path and soon they saw a sign that read, “If you’re reading this then it means you’ve found the note I buried. I’m very happy to have you here. This place is beautiful isn’t it? But from here on out things will be a little trickier but don’t worry, with the help from your friend, I’m sure both of you can make it to my special item. Once again, good luck! This will be the last you’ll hear from me.” Lono and Stitches stared in wonder. What will be the challenges?
Determined, they both further ventured the path into this enchanted forest. Everything seemed to be fine until Lono noticed Stitches nearly stepped on a pitfall seed. She was able to grab him just before he fell into it. “Oh wow, so that sign was serious after all stuffin’. Thanks for the rescue!” The duo kept walking and encountered a river. The path continued on the other side but there was no bridge and there were also many piranhas swimming in the river looking very hungry. There were vines hanging from the branches of the trees between the river. Seems like swinging on them was the only way to get to the other side. This was obviously very dangerous. Lono and Stitches both looked afraid and unsure. “I’m not sure about this stuffin’” said Stitches. “Is this really worth what’s at the end of all this?” Lono gave it some thought and told him. “It might look scary but with you as my friend in this journey, we can do anything.” She gave him a pat and both felt more determined than ever to cross the river. Lono decided that she’d go first. She grabbed the vines and in one swing, she jumped and landed on the other side. Lono cheered on as Stitches had his turn and jumped to her very shortly. They both laughed and continued their way down the path. Finally, after this long trek the duo saw a shiny glitter in the distance and they noticed some butterflies flying. These weren’t ordinary butterflies as they were very colorful and glowing as if they’re made of neon. It was a magical moment that Lono and Stitches are happy to share together. Lono got closer and realized that she made it to the special item! It was standing on a stone with the sun beaming on it. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was indeed a butterfly wand like in the note’s illustration. It is the most beautiful thing she and Stitches saw in their entire lives. Speechless, Lono went and grabbed the wand and instantly the glowing butterflies were circling around her and Stitches. The duo stared in awe as the butterflies were flying around like they’re doing a light show. Truly nothing else will be this beautiful. It seems these butterflies are attracted to this wand. Lono gave the wand to Stitches and soon one butterfly landed on his both. Both couldn’t help but laugh. Stitches said to Lono, “We’ll stuffin’, I don’t know where to begin but I’m happy to be your partner for this amazing journey. I think we should head home with this thing and tell the others.” Lono nodded and noticed there’s another path that lead back to the dock. Seems like a shortcut so the duo walked and soon enough they were back at the dock. They got on the boat and headed home meanwhile the glowing butterflies still followed them. They were very pretty especially at night.

Finally, Lono and Stitches were back at Vanilla. They told everyone about their journey and what they discovered. The residents were awestruck when they saw the wand and the glowing butterflies they’ve never soon. It was agreedum that the wand should be put in the museum for everyone to admire with credit going to Lono and Stitches. If there’s one thing that both of them learned, it’s that there are countless beautiful things in the world waiting to be discovered and that friendship is priceless especially when sharing magical moments.
 
I have been trying to get back into writing so I might participate if I have time! Everyone's stories have been lovely to read so far too ^_^
 
I kinda love rambling on about my villagers...

"Hm... A thorny situation. Yes. Rather thorny."

Well, this certainly wasn't his fault. He never asked for the position of town farmer. He had been asking for the role of 'taste tester', but apparently such a job was unnecessary. Pity. Claude loved food. In fact, it was how he had ended up in this situation. How was he to know that the pumpkins he had harvested would wind up being so tasty in a soup? Or that jacket potatoes were mouth wateringly delicious? Everyone could at least agree that washing it down with carrot juice was normal, right?

"Hey, Nook, don't worry about it."

Claude's head swiveled to the side, where Cherry was fast approaching the town square with Phoebe by her side.

"I think we have a solution!" The hound announced proudly, her tone free from any of the disappointment that had been so present in Tom Nook's voice.

Phoebe stepped forward and unraveled a musty looking sheet of paper with scribbles on it. "This map shows a deserted island where there's plenty of food we can grab."

Tom Nook raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? That doesn't look like the type of location we can just fly to, hmm?" He squinted at a small line of text scrawled at the bottom. "Oh! This is the one of the islands of the dark fairies." Folding his arms, the tanuki let out a sigh. "We'll have to find somewhere else. They can be quite dangerous, no?"

"Pah!" The phoenix scoffed, "That's nothing but a stupid legend. There are no such things as dark fairies. As town witch, I have a good knowledge about these things."

Claude watched as the pair went back and forth for some time over the alleged dark fairy curse that could apparently befall anyone who dares step foot on one of the islands. Sheesh! No way he was risking that. After all, if anything happened to him, who would take care of his bug friends?

"Yes, yes! It's agreed then."

At Tom's voice, Claude snapped back to reality, smiled, and began walking home. "Yeah, you're right, it's too dangerous, I'll let you guys figure out something to-"

"You're going to the island."

Oh, no.

"I-I-I- can't!" The lazy rabbit protested, becoming flustered. "I, um, I.... I'm not strong enough!"

"FEAR NOT, YOUNG ONE."

Everyone turned to face Knox, who was striking a noble pose in the near distance. "I shall bequeath to you my finest warriors, Sterling, and Hamlet."

Sterling mimicked Knox's pose, whilst Hamlet offered a cheery 'yo' in response.

"I'll come along for the journey too, dear." The soft spoken voice belonged to Judy of course, the only one on the island whose vocals could soothe anyone. Except for Claude.

"Then it's settled. Pack your things Claude, and meet us down at Kapp'n's dock, hmm?"

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Claude deliberately took slow strides across the beach, his spine weighed down from his hefty backpack full of emergency snacks. As he finally reached his destination, he noticed three additional villagers were standing with Tom Nook. One of which, a brightly coloured wolf, ran to embrace Claude tightly.

"Omigosh, you brave warrior!" Audie cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Come back to us, Claude! I'll make you a Hero's-Welcome-Back cake and everything! Like, I don't know what we'd do without you..."

"Hire a better farmer?" Julian laughed softly, a few uttering in agreement.

"Claude." Joey said, handing him a sheet of paper with more scribbles and doodles on it. "This is a spell me and Phoebe worked on. It should protect you from any of those evil fairies."

"Which don't exist!" Phoebe snapped, rolling her eyes and taking the parchment back. “You won’t need this.”

Finally, Isabelle offered a friendly wave. "Good luck! Audie is right, please return to us safely, all of you."

There were only a few more words exchanged by anyone, before Claude boarded the boat, settling down next to Judy. Watching the boat depart his beloved home island, Claude already began to feel the home sickness kicking in. Or perhaps he was just hungry.
As the sun began to set, Claude felt his eyes becoming increasingly heavy. It wasn't long before he had fallen into a deep sleep, aided by the sound of Kapp'n's song.

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"LAND-HO!"

Claude was pelted forward by the sudden jolt of the ship. Judy had somehow remained in her place, which was quite frankly amazing to the rabbit.
The quartet disembarked, with Sterling and Hamlet taking the lead, each sporting a hefty sword. At every turn, the eagle hopped and darted around, checking for any signs of danger. The hamster, on the other hand, slowly meandered across the vast forest before them, halting occasionally to pick up a large rock to flex his muscles.

"Will you boys please treat this as a serious matter?"

"I am!" Sterling insisted, "I'm just checking there are no evil fairies around!"

"Yeah, and I'm making sure there are none under this totally suspicious looking rock!"

Claude managed to catch a disgusted grunt from Judy, watching her frown. She'd been somewhat aggravated since they'd left, and Claude could only wonder what was on her mind. They'd skipped breakfast, maybe that was the source behind her anguish.
They wandered around for several hours, keeping an eye out for the so-called crops waiting to be harvested. But alas, all they managed to find was a single apple that they had left, with both Sterling and Hamlet adamant that it was poisoned by the dark fairies.
Eventually, after much whining from Claude, the group stopped for a break around a green glowing moss pond. Claude wondered what the water tasted like, and dipped a paw in.

"Don't you dare drink that water, Claude!"

He withdrew his paw and tilted his head. "Um, why?"

"Because.... It's..."

Judy stuttered with her words, but Sterling had seemingly deciphered them as he screeched, "It's poisoned by the dark fairies!"

"No, it is not! It's just that it's considered sacred to them." Judy said, quickly adding, "So I've heard."

"Oh. Okay then..." Claude settled down for a snack, offering a few to his friends. He wondered why they weren't content with just eating cookies all over winter, especially with how quickly they all gobbled up the ones he'd brought along for the journey. But it was soon time to move on.

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Claude was starting to get restless. His teammates weren't finding anything, and the further they went in, the longer it would take. When no one was looking, he branched off towards a nearby glade.
Overarching boughs covered in glowing moss gave the area a dim blue tint, and a softly running stream snaked around the center, leaving through a small opening on the other side. A variety of uniquely shaped leaves littered the ground, obscuring any grass that lay underneath. A handful of mushrooms protruded from the earth beneath him, one so tall that it rivaled his own house. He was mesmerized by the beauty surrounding him. So enthralled was the rabbit, that he barely noticed the leaves that covered a hole in the area.
He landed with a thud. His eyes filled with tears as his head began to pound, even though his head had mostly landed on his paw. A single ray of light piercing through the hole above illuminated the dour cave he had now found himself in.
Claude could soon hear his friends scrambling to locate him. He called out long enough for them to finally reach him.

"Dude, stay there! We're coming for ya, Claude!"

"Yeah bro, hang in there!"

Both of the knights examined the distance between them and Claude, but it was Judy who spoke first.

"We can't get him from here. Claude, you'll have to find the other way out."

"What other way out?!" Claude shouted up, his voice echoing relentlessly against the frigid walls.

"Don't worry, we'll split up! Right, Hamlet?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess that could work."

Judy was frowning but otherwise remained calm. "Search for the other exit, darling." She said, disappearing back into the forest.

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Claude was hungry. It felt like forever since he'd last eaten, even if it had only been about half an hour. It was so quiet and dark down there. Only a few strangely glowing crystals breaking through the rocks were lighting his path, and not even carrots were enough to help him see what was down those paths that were absent of crystals. He wasn't sure if he was shaking because of the bitter cold, or because he was scared. Scared that something could pop out at any moment....
Then, suddenly, through another alcove, his sight latched onto something nearby. Was that a clump of dirt? Cautiously, Claude crept through the two giant boulders that led into a small room-like area. He gasped in joy when his eyes landed on the expansive set of crops laid out before him.

"I found them! You guys, I-"

Oh. That's right. They weren't there. Well, maybe he could come back and find them another time. He took a faltering step back the way he had come.
No, he thought, moving towards the crops, I'm going to pick up as many as I can, just in case.
After filling his bag to the brim with wheat and carrots, Claude made his way further still. He had been down there for at least an hour by this point, and his stomach was growling fiercely.

"Darling! There you are!"

Claude had never been so relieved to see Judy in his life! He quickly ran over, and explained his findings.

"Well, look at you finding the crops before us!" She said, leading him out to another side of the beach through a small cave entrance. But with how far it was, something was bothering the bunny.

"Now, let's find Sterling and Hamlet, then-"

"Hey, Judy?"

The bear cub offered Claude a smile. "Yes, dear?"

He shuffled nervously. "How did you, you know, know to come here? Like, this is a big island and by the time we met up with each other, you would have had to go directly to this entrance, almost..."

Judy continued smiling. "Oh, don't worry about that dear. Come now."

Claude didn't ask again. Instead, he and Judy returned to the glade, where they were almost tackled to the ground by Sterling and Hamlet, who had apparently regrouped after failing to find a way around the situation. With the team together again at last, it was time to return to the cave opening, grab more of the crops, and finally leave the so-called cursed island.
By the time they landed on Kapp'n's boat, Claude's legs had never experienced aches so bad in his entire life. With the moon watching over them, he fell into a deep sleep.

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"LAND-HO!"

Once again, Claude did not learn from his mistake, and he felt himself being thrown forward. Why wasn't that announced earlier? This time, at least, the other villagers were on hand to help him up and, above all, cheer for him and his friends.
Audie raced to the front of the group, and threw her arms around Claude.

"YAY! You came back!" She cried, her tail wagging furiously. "We made you all a cake in your honor!"

Sure enough, nearby, Timmy and Tommy were struggling under the weight of a ginormous three tiered cake with chocolate icing.

"This is for you! ....you!"

Tom Nook rested a paw on Claude's shoulder, startling him a little.

"Well done Claude! You have certainly redeemed yourself, hmm?" Removing his paw, he motioned towards town square. "K.K.Slider has heard of your heroic exploits, and wishes to honor them with a song! Oh, yes!"

Claude was relieved. He started to make his way towards the plaza, with Phoebe coming up along his side.

"So..." she smirked, "did you encounter any so-called 'dark fairies' on the island?"

Claude shook his head. "No, not that I saw." He briefly glanced back at Judy, who was walking alongside Knox before returning his gaze to Phoebe. "Even if they were around, I don't think they're a danger anyway. Or so I've heard." He laughed, but he could tell that Phoebe was a little confused.

At last, his ordeal was over. As he danced to K.K. Pondering surrounded by his dearest friends, Claude made a promise to himself - next year, he'd do his job properly. And maybe, just maybe, he'd someday return to that island alone, and figure out what other secrets it may be hiding…
 
I really enjoyed writing this.
Becoming Real

Pet Bird had a good life. Everyone said so. Her home was small, but clean and comfortable. She had people to wait on her every need. She never went hungry, and she had human friends. They visited her every day. They told her how beautiful she was, and how pretty her song.

Yes. She had a good life. This is what she told herself every day.

House Cat sometimes came to visit. They had grown up together and, while not exactly best friends, they did talk sometimes. Pet Bird told House Cat about her good life and House Cat, who actually felt sorry for Pet Bird said, “Yes, you have a good life, but you do realize you’re in a cage, right?

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that, yes, you have all your needs met and the humans love you, but you haven’t experienced the Real World, so you are not a Real Bird.

Pet Bird said, “but, sometimes the humans leave my gate open and I explore the world”.

“No”, House Cat said, the world is not The Real World. Only by passing through The Window can you experience The Real World. Only then will you know what it’s like to be a Real Bird”.

Pet Bird thought about this, and thought and thought and thought.

“Do you know what it’s like to be a Real Bird?” she asked.

“No, but I know what it means to be a Real Cat. I have gone through The Window. I pretend to be a House Cat, so that the humans will feed me and pet me, but I am actually a Real Cat. I have trained the humans to leave The Window open for me so I can go back and forth.

“I want to be a Real Bird”. I want to go through The Window and have adventures!” cried Pet Bird.

House Cat was cautious, however. “Going through The Window is not about having fun adventures. It can be very hard on the other side. There are perils that you can’t imagine. There are Hungry Cats, and Hungry Dogs. They will want to eat you.

House Cat left Pet Bird to think. She tried to enjoy her lovely home, the visits from the humans, but something had changed.

“Now that I know about The Window, I can’t stop thinking about it. I must go through it.

When House Cat next visited, Pet Bird told him she was ready to go through The Window.

“Are you very sure?”

“Yes, very sure.”

“Once Pet Bird visits the Real World, Pet Bird will never return home.”

Well, this was certainly a strange statement. Cryptic. And, while this made Pet Bird feel uneasy, she also felt excited. In fact, she felt more energized than ever! “I know I may regret it. I know I may be hurt or worse, but I now feel I must see the Real World.”
With a quick flick of the paw, House Cat opened the door of Pet Bird’s house. He led her over to The Window.

“Remember, it’s beautiful, but very dangerous out there. Stay high in the trees. I’ll try to keep watch for you”.

“But, how will I know what to do?” cried The Bird.

“Watch for the blue bird high in the trees. I told him you might come. I can’t tell you what to do, it must be a Real Bird. Look for the blue bird. He is real. You’ll know him by his lovely song and beautiful blue feathers.

In a matter of seconds, Pet Bird crossed through The Window.

It was beautiful. It was noisy and smelly. It was confusing and scary – all at the same time.

Pet Bird did exactly as she was told, she headed high into a tree to await the blue bird.

It didn’t take long. The blue bird was the most bright, beautiful thing Pet Bird had ever seen. He was chirping happily as he hunted for his breakfast.

“Hello. I have been told you can teach me about being a Real Bird!”

The blue bird appraised Pet Bird carefully before responding. “Before I do that, you must help me hunt for my breakfast.”

Pet Bird had never had to hunt, and wasn’t sure what that meant. She watched the blue bird carefully. An insect buzzed by and blue bird snapped it up with a satisfied smack of his beak.

“Yuck”. You eat insects?” asked Pet Bird.

“Yes”. Don’t knock it until you try it. And you have to, if you want my help.

So, Pet Bird got to work. It took a few tries, and she felt very silly snapping at the air and catching nothing, but soon she got the hang of it. She was surprised to find that it was really quite satisfying to learn something new, and the insects were surprisingly tasty. She liked how they wiggled and crunched as they passed through her beak to her throat and finally her stomach. Who knew breakfast could be so much fun!

She was so distracted that she didn’t see Hungry Cat climbing the tree and moving in close.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Pet Bird. “Hello and how are you?”

“I’m hungry”, said Hungry Cat, “and you look very tasty”.

In a flash, Pet Bird remembered what House Cat had said and realized that Hungry Cat wanted to eat her, just like she was eating the insects. This is what hungry animals do.

Fortunately, House Cat, who had been watching over Pet Bird, let out a yowl and ran up the tree, chasing Hungry Cat away.
Pet Bird’s heart was pounding. She was terrified.

“You must always be vigilant in the Real World”, said the blue bird gravely. You must never let your guard down. If you do, you will be eaten. Just like the insects”.

Well this was sobering. “What else do I need to know”? she asked.

“Follow me”.

For the rest of the day, Pet Bird met other birds, including the blue bird’s mate and baby birds in their nest. She learned how to call out to other birds, find water and keep clear of Hungry Cats and Hungry Dogs. She learned Real Birds eat the insects because they are Hungry Birds, too.

As the day turned to dusk, she returned to The Window, and found House Cat awaiting her.

“Are you ready to return home” asked House Cat.

“But, I thought you said I would never return home”, Pet Bird said.

“I said that Pet Bird would never return home. You are no longer Pet Bird. You are Real Bird. With my help you can return home whenever you wish, and you can visit the Real World when you wish, too.

In that moment, Real Bird knew she was the luckiest bird in the world. She had a best friend who had taught her how to pass through The Window to meet new people and explore.

Real Bird returned home that night exhausted and happy. She continued to allow her humans to feed her and talk to her, and believe she was Pet Bird, but she knew the truth. She was Real Bird, and nothing could change that. There was no going back. She continued to visit the Real World often. Although, she never again ate an insect. Just like her friend House Cat, she had all the food the needed at home and she could be Real Bird without being Hungry Bird.

THE END.
 
I'm not good at writing, but I tried my best:
"Bye! See you guys Monday!" Sarah waved to her friends and made her way off the bus. It was Friday and she was looking forward to another weekend of playing Agarland, her favorite MMORPG. Once she entered her house she greeted her mom and headed straight up to her room and opened up the game on her computer. She was bombarded with greeting messages from her guild members right away. Grinning, she replied to them all and asked what they were up to. Some of them were gearing up for a boss fight against the Loreleia Lizard, and others were focused on solo activities like leveling up or resource gathering.

After reading all of their messages, Sarah decided to join her friend Mina for some fishing at Toadstool Valley. She was making her way there when a knock on the door snapped her out of the virtual world. "What is it?" She called.

Her mom opened the door a crack and stuck her head in, "I'm going to go to the store to pick up a few things. I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

"Yeah, okay, see you later mom! Love you!" After saying bye to her mom she sunk back into the world of Agarland.

-

Sarah jumped at the sound of a loud crash from somewhere inside the house. Blinking, she checked the clock on her computer. 3:25pm. Was her mom back already? It had only been about twenty minutes since she'd left. Sarah frowned. Had something fallen over? Shaking her head, she began to turn back to the computer when she heard a second banging sound. She froze and started to stand up, but she paused a moment to send a quick "BRB" message to Mina. She looked around the room before picking up the massive dictionary that she hadn't opened in years. Now armed, she began to creep towards the door. "Mom?" She called.

The handle of her bedroom door turned, and she gripped the dictionary tighter, lifting it above her head. But she froze when the door swung open and she saw the woman who was standing there. She was tall and slender, and her hair was pale blonde, almost white, tied into two neat braids that fell past her waist. She was staring at Sarah with emerald green eyes. But the most striking feature wasn't her hair or her eyes. It was her ears. They were a bit too long and came to a point at the end. "Sarah." The woman spoke, and Sarah felt goosebumps appear on her arms. Her voice was beautiful, soft but powerful.

Sarah lowered the dictionary, mostly because her arms suddenly felt too weak to hold it up any longer. "Wh-who are you? H-how do you know my name? How did you get in my house?"

"My name is Ardeline. I entered your house using my personal portal, and I know your name because you are the daughter of Richard Bridewell. And now, I must ask you to come with me." Ardeline stepped forward, and Sarah took a step back.

"My father? You know my father?" Sarah had never met her father. Her mother had told her they'd separated before she was born, and she avoided saying much about him to Sarah.

"Of course," Ardeline replied, "I am his assistant. And that's the reason I'm here. He's in danger, and I need your help to save him."

Sarah's face twisted in confusion as warring thoughts rushed through her mind. Her father had never made any attempt to contact her, and now he needed her help? But still, he was her father, and she couldn't help but feel a trickle of fear at Ardeline's words. "But, what can I do? I'm fifteen. I can't save anyone. And what does he need saving from anyway? Wouldn't it be better to call the police?"

Ardeline sighed. "Oh Sarah, the police aren't equipped to help with matters like this. Do you not see my ears? And did you not hear what I said about using a portal to get here? This is a problem that must be solved with magic, and the bumbling human police have none of that."

Sarah had been trying not to think about it too hard, but she had been wondering about the ears and the portal. The ears could be fake, but the sudden appearance of Ardeline in her house was more difficult to explain. Still, there was a problem with Ardeline's words. "But I'm a human too. I can't use magic either," Sarah said.

"That's true, but that's what enchanted tools are for. There are many such tools in your father's home. I can teach you to use them once we're there. Now come on," Ardeline said, reaching for the emerald that hung from a thin gold chain on her neck.

Sarah hesitated, staring at the gem. "But why not just get someone who can use magic to help?"

"The magic folk have their own roles. Their own work to do. They can't just leave their posts. You are the only one who can help me save your father. There's no time for more questions. We must leave now. I will explain more on the way." Ardeline lifted the gem, pointing it to her right, and the air shimmered. A pure black, glittering rectangle hung in the air, a few inches off the ground. The dictionary fell from Sarah's hands. Ardeline stepped forward, grabbing an open-mouthed Sarah by the arm and pulling her toward the portal. Sarah stammered a few words in protest but ultimately allowed herself to be dragged into the inky blackness of the portal.

-

Sarah's feet landed on hard ground. It was dim, and she blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. She opened her mouth to ask where they were, but a shove from behind sent her flying forward. Her hands landed on smooth stone, and she heard the sound of a door slamming shut and being locked behind her. "W-what are you doing?" She asked, pulling herself to her feet.

Ardeline laughed. "I'm making sure the bait is locked up nice and tight of course."

"Bait!? What do you mean?" As Sarah's eyes adjusted she could see that she had been locked in a cell. Ardeline stood on the other side of the bars, grinning.

"Once your father knows you're here, he'll do anything to rescue you. His precious daughter, who he always tries so hard to protect." Ardeline spoke in a mocking tone, rolling her eyes. "And you came with me so easily too. Who would have thought that man's daughter would be so easy to trick?"

Sarah walked up to the door and gripped two of the bars with her hands. "My dad, protect me? I've never even met him. You're insane." Her voice trembled.

"Humans truly are foolish beings. You don't have to meet someone for them to protect you. But I'm wasting time. I must go make preparations to send a message to your father." Ardeline turned on her heel and walked away. Sarah called after her to wait, but Ardeline ignored her. She turned a corner, and Sarah could hear the sound of her walking up a set of stairs.

Sarah turned around and began examining her prison. It was lit by torches, and the walls and floor were made of stone. Her thoughts raced. She tried the door, but it was locked tight. Next she moved to the walls, but all of the stones were firmly in place. Tears filled her eyes. How could she be so stupid? Why had she let herself be taken through the portal so easily? Now she was stuck in this place with no way out, and her father was in danger. Her father. She didn't even know him, but the thought of anyone getting hurt because of her made her heart clench. And her mother. What would she think when she came home and found Sarah missing? She'd left the computer on. Agarland would have timed her out by now. Would Mina be worried about her? Sarah reached down into her pockets in desperation, but they were empty. She'd left her cell phone on her desk. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she slumped against the wall. She curled up into a ball and began to sob. Ardeline had been right. She really was a fool.

-

Sarah woke to the sound of feet running down the stairs. She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but her muscles protested as she uncurled herself from her awkward sleeping position and stood up. A girl appeared in front of her cell, panting. In the dim light Sarah could see the girl looked to be around her height, and her long hair was in a single messy braid. Her ears were pointed, just like Ardeline's. "We have to go. Now." The girl said. She shoved a key into the cell door, turned it, and opened the door.

Sarah didn't move. The last time she'd agreed to go with someone she'd been locked up in this cell. Who knew what would happen this time? She wouldn't be convinced so easily again. This time she'd-

"Come on, hurry. I mixed a sleeping potion into my aunt's tea, but it won't last long on someone like her. She'll wake up any moment." The girl grabbed the gem around her neck and used it to open a portal beside her.

Sarah stayed still. "The last time I went through a portal I ended up here. How do I kno-" A scream and a bang from somewhere upstairs interrupted her sentence.

"She's awake. Do you really think going with me will be worse that being locked up in a cell?" The girl stared Sarah down as the sound of the door slamming open echoed from above and footsteps raced down the stairs.

Sarah opened and closed her mouth before taking a shaky breath. "Okay, let's go." She ran toward the portal, and she and the girl stepped through it just as Ardeline turned the corner.

-

Sarah tumbled forward onto the ground as she fell out of the portal. It was a lot less smooth that her first portal trip. "Ugh, I messed up again," the girl said. She buried her face in her hands. "We were supposed to land in front of your father's house." Sarah looked around and saw that they were sitting on a path in the middle of a forest. Strange trees and plants grew on both sides of the path. Large mushrooms poked out here and there.

Picking herself up, the girl stepped over to Sarah, offering a hand. Sarah took it and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. "Where are we?" Sarah asked. Now that she was out of the dimly lit cell, she could see that the other girl had brown hair and eyes that were a mix of dark gray and blue. She was carrying a large rucksack on her back.

"The Enchanted Wood. Your father's house is in the clearing at the end of the wood. We'll reach it in about a day if we follow this path. I meant for us to land at his house, but I'm still not skilled enough." She sighed in frustration as she fingered her gem, which Sarah could now see was a sapphire. "At least we landed here and not in the swamp on the other side. We should be okay as long as we stay on the path. I'm Lillabelle by the way, but you can call me Lily." She smiled.

"I'm Sarah," Sarah said, "but why did you rescue me? What's going on?" She blinked as tears threatened to spill from her eyes once again. She was still sore from falling asleep in a such a strange position, and all she wanted was to go home, see her mom, and play Agarland.

"Because my aunt, Ardeline, was going to use you to capture your father, Richard Bridewell, and I couldn't let that happen. He's important. The whole magical world would be thrown off balance if he were gone." Lily said, waving her hands as she spoke as if to emphasize her words.

"But why? Isn't he just a human like me?" Sarah asked, her voice full of confusion.

"Yes, but he plays an important role in the magical world. He's the current ambassador for the human world. It's his job to make sure that other humans don't find out about out us, and he reports directly to the various rulers of our realm if one of their subjects starts to cause trouble and push things too far. He also helps magical creatures provide discreet aid to humans at times. Many of us respect his work, but some, like my aunt, think that we should rule over the humans. So they hate the thought of a human having any power in the magical realm." Lily explained. "When I heard my aunt had captured you, I knew I had to get you out." She pulled the rucksack from her shoulders, dropping it to the ground with a thud. "But we're not safe yet. My aunt will be looking for us. Luckily I planned for this."

Sarah mulled over what Lily had said as she watched her open the bag and begin digging through it. Was her dad really that important? Lily pulled one boot and then another from the bag. She handed them to Sarah "I brought these in case we needed them, and it's a good thing I did." She glanced at Sarah's shoeless feet. Sarah hadn't exactly had time to put shoes on when Ardeline had appeared so suddenly in her home. The soles of her socks had turned black from the cell floor and now the dirt path. The boots looked like they'd be too big for her, but as she pulled them on they seemed to mold themselves to the shape of her feet.

"Be careful with them. They're enchanted," Lily said.

"Enchanted?" Sarah asked, leaning down to study the boots.

Lily was already rummaging through the bag again. "They'll make you run fast. Really fast. They won't make your muscles stronger though, so you don't want to overuse them. Your legs will hate you. And this," she said, pulling a small bundle of rope from the bag and handing it to Sarah, "is also enchanted. Throw it at an enemy and the rope will expand and tie them up. The weaker the enemy the more effective, but it'll at least slow down a stronger enemy."

Sarah shoved the rope into her pocket, but she was still looking at the boots. "How do I use the boots?" She asked.

"You'll just need to focus and think about wanting to go fast! Think about running as fast you can. The boots will do the rest." Lily pulled a third object from the bag, a dagger. She pulled it from its sheath and passed it to Sarah. The curved blade was black and engraved with strange symbols that faintly glowed red. "Try to focus on the dagger and think of heat, fire, burning. Things like that," Lily said.

Sarah was skeptical, but she stared at the dagger, conjuring up images of flames. The red glow from the symbols started to spread until the whole blade was glowing red. Sarah could feel heat radiating from the blade. As soon as she stopped thinking of fire the blade cooled and the glow shrank back to normal. "Wow." She exhaled, not realizing until that moment that she'd been holding her breath. "Is that enchanted too?" She asked, pointing at Lily's sapphire.

Lily shook her head. "No, this is a portal stone. They're magic by nature, but only those with enough magical ability can draw out their power. And even if you can use them, they might not work well depending on how skilled you are. Or aren't. That's why we ended up here instead of at your father's door..." She trailed off, frowning, before shaking her head and continuing. "Enchanted items are different. They're regular objects that have been infused with magic. There are different ways to do it, and results may vary depending on how powerful the enchanter is and what method they use. Anyway, we should get moving. We don't have time to waste. If you have any more questions, you'll have to ask them while we walk." She pulled one last thing from the bag, a bottle full of water, and handed it to Sarah. Sarah drank the water eagerly. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was, but she hadn't drunk anything since she'd left home.

Once she was finished drinking, Sarah and Lily set off on their journey through the woods.

-

"My mom!" Sarah stopped dead in her tracks. Sarah and Lily had been walking mostly in silence, with the occasional comment from Lily about the uses of a plant or mushroom growing alongside the path, while Sarah tried to wrap her head around the situation she was in. "She must be so scared. She went to the store, and I just disappeared." Tears filled Sarah's eyes as she thought of her mom at home alone, wondering where Sarah had gone.

Lily looked back at her in confusion for a moment, but then her eyes widened in realization. "Oh, Sarah. If she wasn't at home when you left, she probably doesn't know you're gone. I doubt she's even returned to your house yet."

It was Sarah's turn to look confused. "What? But I must have been here for hours already, how-" She paused. "You're going to say time passes differently here, aren't you?"

Lily smiled. "Yes! So you do know how it works after all!

Sarah sighed. She was more interested in playing Agarland than reading books these days, but she'd read enough fantasy books as a young child to be used to this concept. She'd never expected to experience it herself though. At least it meant she didn't have to worry about her mom for the time being. She shook her head, gesturing at Lily to continue leading the way.

And so they walked. And walked. And walked. And wal-

A painful shriek cut through the air. A chill shot up Sarah's spine. She turned to peer into the forest where the cry had come from. A second shriek rang out. She took a step toward the sound. "Sarah!" A hand grabbed her shoulder. She glanced back to look at Lily, who shook her head. "We have to stay on the path," she said. "It's too dangerous in the forest."

"But someone's screaming. They're in trouble," Sarah said, staring into the trees.

"And if we go we'll be in trouble too. It could be a trap my aunt set up for all we know. Come on," Lily said. She tugged on Sarah's shoulder.

But Sarah hesitated. She'd always been taught to help others, and whoever, or whatever, was screaming clearly needed help. She bit her lip, and glanced down at the boots she was wearing. Maybe she was crazy, but she had to try. She took a deep breath to steady herself and ran into the forest, tearing herself from Lily's grip. She thought of running faster and faster, and soon she felt her legs being pulled along at an impossible speed. She pulled the dagger she'd been given from its sheath and focused on making it burn hotter and hotter.

Then she saw it, a huge spiderweb hanging between two trees. Sarah skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding running headlong into the web. She took a step back and noticed that there was something stuck in the center of the web, a small human-like creature that glowed with a pale purple light. From its back sprouted four wings, like those of a dragonfly. And then she noticed the spider. It was enormous and fast approaching the creature stuck to the web. Without thinking, Sarah swung the dagger, burning and cutting through the part of web that the winged creature was trapped in until it was free.

At that moment the spider reared up and launched itself at Sarah. She screamed and tried to pivot around to swing the dagger at it, but it slammed into her, knocking her off her feet. As she fell backwards five blue lines of light cut through the air. She felt them hit the edge of her arm, cutting into her skin, and saw them slice through the spider. Its body landed in pieces beside her.

Sarah sat up and looked at the pieces of the spider's body, and then she looked at her arm, which had streaks of blood trickling down it from the cuts. She turned her head to the side and vomited onto the forest floor. When she was done, Lily helped her up with shaking hands. Sarah's legs ached. Lily's face was pale and her eyes were filled with tears. "Let's go," her voice trembled, and this time Sarah didn't protest.

-

Once they were back on the path, Lily opened the rucksack again and pulled out a small vial of purple goo. She smeared the mysterious substance on Sarah's injured arm. It was cold, and Sarah shivered, but she could feel the pain starting to fade. "I'm sorry," Lily said.

"Why?" Sarah asked. "You saved me." Her throat was sore from vomiting, and her voice was weak.

Lily shook her head. "I hurt you. I tried to only hit the spider, but I couldn't control my magic properly. Like always." She pulled some bandages from her bag and began to wrap them around Sarah's arm.

"You saved me." Sarah repeated, with more strength this time. "Getting some cuts on my arm has to be better than being bitten by that thing." She shuddered. "And we were only in the forest because I left the path to save that... fairy? Did you see what happened to it, by the way?" Sarah tried to change the topic.

"Pixie. It flew away. And no, the reason we're here is because I couldn't use my stupid magic properly to begin with. If I'd been able to open the portal where I wanted to then we'd be with your father now!" Lily sniffled. "You didn't do anything wrong... Going to save the pixie was the right thing to do. If I'd just gone with you from the start instead of making you feel like you had to run in yourself..." Tears rolled down Lily's cheeks. "I can't do anything right." She sat down on the path and buried her head in her arms.

Sarah watched Lily cry for a moment before sitting down beside her and wrapping her good arm around Lily's shoulder. "You're wrong. Without your help I'd still be sitting in a cell waiting for Ardeline to use me as bait for my dad. And you gave me the boots and dagger and taught me how to use them. I would've been useless without them."

Lily lifted her head a bit to glance at Sarah and rubbed the tears from her eyes. "You really think so?" She asked.

Sarah nodded. "Maybe your magic isn't perfect yet, but there's still a lot you can do. A lot you can teach me."

Lily looked back down at the ground as a small smile formed on her lips, and then she sprang to her feet. The abrupt movement caused Sarah to jump a bit in surprise. Reaching for the rucksack once again, Lily pulled out a small bag which she handed to Sarah. "Crackers!" She said, smiling more brightly, although it didn't quite reach her eyes, and her cheeks were still stained with tears. "You threw up. You should eat something. I brought more snacks, but crackers are probably best for you for now." Sarah took the crackers and began nibbling on them. She hadn't eaten since lunchtime at school earlier in the day, and she realized she was starving. Lily pulled a couple more packages from the bag and ate a little as well.

Once their stomachs were fuller, they set off once again. The sun had almost set, and they needed to cover some more ground before sleeping. Sarah's legs still felt wobbly from using the boots earlier, but she pushed on. When they did finally stop for the night, they decided to take turns sleeping and keeping watch. Lily insisted she take the first watch, and Sarah was too tired to argue.

-

Sarah yawned. Switching between sleeping and keeping watch, she'd found it hard to get a good night's rest. And during the times she was asleep, she'd been plagued by nightmares of Ardeline and giant spiders. The hard ground hadn't been the most comfortable either. She was used to sleeping on her bed.

Sarah and Lily had a small breakfast before continuing their journey. "How long will it be until we get to my dad's house?" Sarah asked while Lily closed up the rucksack and swung it over her shoulders.

"It shouldn't be too long. A couple of hours maybe. But we have to be ready. If my aunt hasn't attacked yet, then she must be waiting to ambush us near the entrance to the clearing," Lily said.

Sarah reach down and gripped the hilt of her dagger. She nodded. A rush of fear washed over her. "What do we do when we see her? She's a lot stronger than us right?"

Lily was silent for a moment before she spoke. "We can't defeat her on our own. No matter what, you have to get to your father's house. Without his help..." She shook her head. "I'll try to hold my aunt off as long as I can. Use the boots and run. Even if your legs feel like they'll break. Just run and don't look back. It'll be okay." She smiled weakly.

Sarah felt her chest tighten. How could she run off and leave Lily alone with Ardeline? She hadn't seen Ardeline use any magic besides her portal stone, but unlike Lily Ardeline seemed to be able to make her portals appear exactly where she wanted them. She must be very skilled with magic. The portal stone... Sarah glanced at the sapphire hanging around Lily's neck. "Are you sure you can't try portaling us to my dad's house again?"

"Sarah!" Lily snapped. "Do you want us to have to walk all the way from where we started again? Or end up in a swamp or worse? I can't use the stone properly. We have to walk." Her voice softened. "I don't want you to get hurt anymore. Please. Just do what I said."

Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but closed it, unable to think of anything to say. She nodded, and they began to walk in silence.

-

Sarah jumped as Lily put her hand out, stopping Sarah. Sarah had been looking at the ground as they walked, but now she looked up and saw light spilling onto the path in the distance in front of them. "That's the clearing," Lily said. "Get ready to run."

Sarah nodded. "Lily, I-" She was cut off by a figure jumping out in front of them. Ardeline. Her arms were raised and she uttered a word in a language Sarah had never heard before. A bright flash of light blinded her.

She screamed, but she felt Lily push her. "Go!" She heard her yell and begin to say something that sounded like it was in the same language Ardeline had used. Lily was flung forward by a gust of air and slammed into Ardeline. She rolled off her and back onto her feet before Ardeline could grab her, and she ran. She focused all of her thoughts on running. The boots pulled her along even faster than before. As her vision cleared she saw a house at the other end of the clearing. Faster, faster. Her legs burned. She was halfway there. Just a bit farther, just-

Sarah heard a scream of agony from behind her that abruptly cut off. She skidded to a halt. Whipping her head around she saw that Ardeline and Lily had made it out onto the clearing. And she saw why Lily had screamed. And why she wasn't screaming anymore. Vines were coming out of the ground, strange and metallic looking. They were wrapping around Lily, holding her to the ground. But the most terrifying one was the vine wrapped around Lily's neck. Lily was clawing at it feebly. Her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. The sight made Sarah's blood run cold. She remembered Lily's words. Remembered that she had to run. That she shouldn't look back. That she had to reach her dad's house.

Sarah gripped the hilt of her dagger and pulled it from its sheath. And she ran. She thought of speed and fire as she sprinted toward Ardeline and Lily. Ardeline saw her coming and raised a hand, but Sarah dove at the last second avoiding the burst of light that shot out of Ardeline's fingers. Sarah's body scraped against the ground as she slid before coming to a stop beside Lily. She slashed at the vines with her dagger, and the dagger melted through them. The vines shriveled and Lily gasped for breath, her throat no longer being crushed.

New vines shot from the ground. One knocked the dagger from Sarah's hand and sent it flying, and others wrapped around her legs, pinning her to the ground. She looked over at Lily and watched as Lily closed her eyes, grabbed the portal stone around her neck, and pointed it at the ground below her. She fell into nothingness, and the new vines that had rushed to grab her wriggled in the empty air.

Ardeline's face twisted with rage and then fear as she looked somewhere past Sarah's head. She grabbed the stone around her own neck and disappeared through another portal. Sarah turned her head to see Lily on her knees pounding on the door of the house as Ardeline stepped out of a portal behind her. Sarah screamed, struggling in vain against the vines. As Ardeline took a step toward Lily, the door of the house swung open. A man stood in the doorway, her dad, Sarah realized. He held something in his hand which he pointed at Ardeline. Ardeline was pushed back, but she stayed on her feet. She fired a ray of light at Sarah's dad, which he just managed to dodge. Lily collapsed beside the door.

A purple light at the edge of Sarah's vision caught her attention, and she turned her head to see the pixie from the previous day. The pixie was awkwardly flying while carrying Sarah's dagger, which was bigger than it was. Sarah took the dagger from the pixie, and it flew away. She cut through the vines, freeing herself, and tried to stand. Her legs collapsed beneath her. She gritted her teeth and tried again, eyes watering from the pain. She let the dagger fall from her hand as she urged the boots to carry her as fast as they could. Without them she probably wouldn't have been able to take a single step. Her legs felt as though they were being torn apart, and stars danced in her eyes. Still, she ran.

While she'd been distracted, the battle between her dad and Ardeline had continued. As Sarah got closer she saw a burst of Ardeline's magic hit her dad in the chest, knocking him off his feet. Ardeline's hands glowed dark green, and she raised them above Sarah's father. Sarah was almost there, just a bit closer...

Sarah reached into her pocket and pulled out the tiny bundle of rope Lily had given her. She threw it with all of her strength at Ardeline's back, and it started to expand, wrapping around Ardeline and tying her up. Ardeline strained against the rope, and immediately it began to fray. But Sarah's dad jumped to his feet, pulling a vial filled with a cloudy liquid from his jacket pocket and throwing it in Ardeline's face. She wobbled, stumbling backwards before falling over, unconscious.

Sarah stared at Ardeline for a moment before collapsing to her knees. The stars in her eyes grew, and everything went black.

-

Sarah awoke to the feeling of a wet cloth being placed on her forehead. She opened her eyes and heard a gasp. A small man wearing a pointy hat hovered over her, his mouth forming an o. He let go of the cloth he'd been placing on her and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "She's awake! She's awake!" Sarah heard the man's muffled voice coming from a different room. She looked around and saw she was in a small room with two beds. One of which she occupied, and the other was empty. She lifted the blanket that covered her and saw her legs were wrapped in bandages. She flexed one experimentally and winced at the pain, but at least it wasn't as bad as it had been before.

The door opened again, and a different man entered. A human man who Sarah recognized from the earlier battle as her dad. "Sarah," he said, walking over to her bedside. "How do you feel?"

"Okay. Tired. My legs are sore." She stared down at her hands. There was so much she wanted to ask, but she decided to start with the most pressing question. "Where is Lily? Is she okay?

"She's outside in the garden. Her neck is a bit bruised, but she's fine. She woke up a few hours ago. From what she told me, you saved her. I guess she and I have that in common," her father said. His voice was gentle, and when Sarah glanced at him she saw a faint smile on his face.

Sarah looked back down, bunching the blanket in her hands and fiddling with it. She was glad Lily was safe, seeing her nearly choked to death and collapsing in front of the house had been terrifying. "She saved me too. Twice. I wouldn't be here without her help," Sarah said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "What about Ardeline? What happened to her?"

"Ardeline is in the care of the elf king and queen. I'm not sure what they have planned for her, but they didn't seem happy when they learned what she did," her dad said.

"Oh," said Sarah. Unsure of what else to say, there was a moment of awkward silence, but it was broken a second later when the door swung open once again and Lily ran in. Sarah's dad stepped aside to give her room.

"Sarah! You're awake!" Lily leaned over the bed and hugged Sarah. "I was so scared when I woke up and saw you on the other bed. But you're okay." She smiled, but Sarah was too distracted by Lily's neck. There was a dark bruise wrapping all the way around it. The image of the vines around Lily's neck as she helplessly tried to pull them off was still seared into her brain. Lily noticed Sarah's gaze and her smile softened. "It's okay. It'll heal. It would be worse if you hadn't cut those vines down," she said in a quieter voice.

Sarah gave a small nod, but then she had another thought. "The portal stone. It opened the portal where you wanted it to."

Lily laughed. "I guess it did. Finally, my magic worked for once. It was probably just a fluke though..."

Sarah's father cleared his throat, and both girls turned their heads to look at him. "About that. Given your aunt's situation, you'll probably need a new magic teacher. The elf queen was impressed when she heard of your actions, and she said to ask you if you'd like to continue your studies at the palace."

Lily stared at him for a moment in shock before aggressively nodding her head. "Yes! Yes!" She squealed. "I get to study at the palace? All the best elf magicians work there!" She twirled around the room in excitement.

Sarah smiled at seeing her new friend so happy after everything they'd been through the past few days. But still, there were some things Sarah wanted to ask her dad, so once Lily had calmed down a bit Sarah asked her if she could get her something to eat. Lily left the room promising she was going to make Sarah the most delicious soup she'd ever tasted. Sarah didn't doubt it, and she really was hungry.

Alone with her dad again, Sarah asked, "Is my mom okay? I know time moves differently here, but she has to know I'm gone by now right?"

Her dad nodded. "Yes, I had Gregory, he's the one you saw when you woke up, deliver a message to her. She knows you're safe."

Sarah relaxed a bit, laying her head back on the pillow. "So, she knows then? About this place? About what you do?"

"Yes. She's known for about as long as she's known me," he said. He glanced down at the ground, hiding his expression.

"Oh. So, why didn't I know then?" Sarah asked. She squeezed the blanket in her hands. "Why didn't anyone tell me about this place? Why didn't you..." She stopped. Her throat was tight. Tears stung her eyes.

"We wanted you to be safe, Sarah. And we knew you'd be in danger here. We decided it would be better for you to live in the human world with your mom and grow up with other humans. So we separated, and I tried to hide my connection to you as much as possible, to keep you safe," her dad said.

Sarah could hear the sadness in his voice. Still, her own chest was tight with pain. "Well, that worked out just great, didn't it?" She snapped. A tear fell down her cheek and then another. Soon she was sobbing.

Her dad was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry," he said. He pulled a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and handed it to her. She took it and dabbed at her eyes. "I don't know how Ardeline found you, but you're right. I must not have been careful enough. She never should have found you." His voice sounded choked, and Sarah peered over the handkerchief. His eyes were red. Sarah looked back down. She swallowed.

"When can I go home?" She asked after another moment of silence.

"Tomorrow. Your legs need time to heal. We used all the healing potions and salves we had on them, but they were pretty torn up inside," her dad said.

"Okay," Sarah said, looking down at her legs and remembering the pain she'd felt when she'd forced herself to run.

"I'll go check on how your soup's coming along," her dad said. He turned and left the room, leaving Sarah to mull over everything that had happened since she'd met Ardeline. She'd met Lily, and she'd learned how to use magical tools. Lily and her dad said she'd saved them, but she couldn't help but feel like none of this would have happened if she hadn't been captured in the first place. But if she hadn't come, maybe Lily would still be stuck living with Ardeline, and maybe that pixie would have been eaten by that spider. The spider would still be alive though. She gagged, remembering its body in pieces. Changing the course of her thoughts, she focused on the pixie. It had helped her in the end. Without its help, she wouldn't have been able to free herself or use the rope on Ardeline.

And her dad, she didn't know what to think about him. He wanted her to be safe, but what did that mean? It's not like the human world was perfectly safe either. She could be in danger there just as easily as in the magic world. She ran her fingers along the top of the blanket, tracing the swirls and flowery patterns. She wanted to see Lily again. She wanted to learn more about her dad and try to understand more about his and her mom's decision. She couldn't just go home and forget everything that had happened. She'd have to come back and learn more about this world.

-

Lily had been right. The soup she made really was delicious. While Sarah ate, Lily sat on the other bed, and Sarah shared her thoughts with her. Lily hummed thoughtfully. "I want you to come back too. How else will I show you how good my magic will have gotten after I've trained at the palace?" She grinned.

Sarah swallowed a mouthful of soup. "Do you think my parents will let me though?"

Lily shrugged. "Well, you'll never know unless you ask right? Besides..." She trailed off, tilting her head with a thoughtful look.

"Besides what?" Sarah asked, encouraging Lily to continue.

"Well, if Ardeline was able to find you, then other magic folk can probably find you too. Being able to travel here whenever you need to would probably be safer," Lily said.

Sarah had finished her soup. She sat the empty bowl on the bedside table. "But how could I do that? I'm not magic. I can't use a portal stone."

Lily sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "Sarah, have I taught you nothing? Sure, portal stones are the best way to make portals from and to wherever you want whenever you want, but they aren't the only way to make a portal. Enchanted items still exist. They're just more limited."

Right, that made sense. Sarah nodded. "Okay... So how do those work?"

"Hmm, well, I guess you'll see tomorrow." Lily said, smiling mysteriously.

"Tomorrow?"

"Your dad's taking you home right? Do you think he can use a portal stone?" Lily raised an eyebrow.

No, she guessed he couldn't. Sarah tried to press Lily further, but she wouldn't say anything more.

-

The next morning was a flurry of activity. Sarah's legs felt a lot better. They only ached a little as she went down the stairs for breakfast. The bruise on Lily's neck also seems to be fading impossibly quickly. When Sarah commented on it Lily just shrugged and said something about elves and natural healing abilities.

After breakfast, it was time to leave. Given her conversation with Lily the day before, Sarah was eager to see how she was going to get home. But before they left her dad handed her a bag. Inside were her dagger and boots. "I can keep these?" She asked, eyes widening. She'd assumed they'd have to stay in the magic world.

Her dad smiled. "Yes, I think it's better if you have some way to defend yourself in case something like this happens again. But," his voice turned serious, "make sure not to use them in front of other humans. The more people who know about magic, the riskier things become. For everyone."

Sarah nodded. She closed the bag and held it tightly. Lily leaned over and hugged her. "I'll miss you," she said.

"I'll miss you too," Sarah said, hugging her back. "Have fun at the palace and learn a lot, okay?" She blinked to stop the tears that were building up in her eyes.

"I will! And you have fun... doing whatever it is humans do," Lily said.

Sarah laughed. "I'll try." She looked past Lily's shoulder and saw Gregory peeking at them from around the corner. She waved. Gregory jumped and ran away. It was the first she'd seen of him since their meeting yesterday. She'd wondered what had happened to him.

Her dad chuckled. "He's shy, but he's a good assistant." He cleared his throat. "Well, if you're done saying goodbye..." He looked at the two girls who were still clinging to each other. Lily gave Sarah one final squeeze and let go. Her eyes glittered with tears, but she smiled, and she took a step back. They exchanged their final goodbyes.

Sarah turned to her dad. He walked down the hall to the door of the bedroom she and Lily had been using. He gestured at her to follow. She was confused, but she went to his side. He began tapping on the door, first the top right corner, then the bottom left, the middle, the middle right... The doorknob began to glow. By the time he stopped tapping the light of the doorknob was so bright it hurt to look at. He turned the knob and pulled the door open. Sarah's heart pounded. Instead of the bedroom, the door opened to reveal inky darkness.

Her dad stepped back. "You go first," he said. "I'll make sure to close the door behind us." She nodded. With one last look, she waved to Lily, and then she stepped through the portal.

-

Sarah stepped out of the portal and into her living room. She heard her dad step out behind her. "Sarah!" Her mom jumped up off of the couch where she'd been sitting and wrapped her arms around Sarah. "I was so worried." She drew back slightly and looked Sarah over from head to toe. "Are you okay?"

A wave of emotion rushed over Sarah, and she leaned into her mom's embrace. "Yeah, I'm fine mom. My legs were a little hurt, but they're better now. And I made a new friend. She's an elf." She didn't think her mother needed to know exactly how hurt her legs had been. No need to make her more worried.

Her mom leaned down and planted a small kiss on Sarah's forehead. She raised her eyes, meeting those of Sarah's dad. "Richard," she said by way of greeting.

"May." One corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. "Long time no see. Although I wish it were under better circumstances."

"So do I, but maybe we should sit down to talk about this." Sarah's mom gestured to the couch. The three made their way over and sat down. Her mom sat in the middle with Sarah on one side and her dad on the other.

Sarah listened as her mom and dad discussed what had happened. Her dad told her mom about Ardeline and about how Lily and Sarah had helped with her capture. Sarah's face burned when he called her a hero, and she shook her head, saying she hadn't done much. Her mom wrapped an arm around Sarah and pulled her close when her dad talked about her collapsing.

Sarah's mom rubbed Sarah's back. "So what do we do now? What if something like this happens again?" She frowned, causing a wrinkle to appear on her forehead.

"I've been thinking about that, and I think the best solution is this." Sarah's dad pulled a pair of doorknobs from a pocket on the side of his jacket.

Her mom looked confused, but Sarah gasped and jumped up off of the couch. "Really?"

Her dad nodded. "If your mom is okay with it." He explained to her mom that the doorknobs were enchanted and could be used to create a portal connecting their house to his, the way the portal in his house was.

"We can put them on the door to my room!" Sarah said. She bounced up and down in excitement. "Please mom! If someone shows up here again I can use the portal to escape, and..." She paused, looking hopeful. "Maybe I can just go to visit sometimes? I want to understand more about dad and magic, and I want to see Lily again."

"It would be safer," her father said. He and Sarah both looked at her mom, waiting for her to answer.

"Okay, okay." Her mom said, putting both hands up in surrender. "I guess I'm outnumbered. But." She looked at Sarah with a level gaze, cutting her off mid squeal. "Unless it's an emergency, you have to ask me for permission before you go. You can't just hop through worlds willy-nilly. And you," she turned to look at Sarah's father, "take care of her when she's there, alright?" Her gaze softened. "If anything happened to her, I'd..." She looked at the ground.

Sarah's dad placed an arm on her mom's shoulder. "I'll do my best. If anyone wants to hurt her, they'll have to get through me first. And Gregory. He might not look like much, but you should never underestimate a gnome."

They went up to Sarah's room to install the doorknobs, and her dad let her come up with the knocking sequence that would activate the portal. She wrote down the steps in her phone so she wouldn't forget them, and her mom made note of them as well.

Her dad had to leave after that. He was going to go to the elf palace with Lily to speak with the queen and king about Ardeline's actions in more detail. Before he left, he pulled one last item, a small mirror, from his jacket and handed it to Sarah.

She turned it over in her hands. It wasn't anything fancy, just a rectangular mirror with a plain black frame, but Sarah knew by now that things were often more than they seemed. "What does it do?"

Her dad smiled. "Look into it and think about Lily."

She did as he said, and the mirror began to buzz. The surface rippled, and a moment later Sarah's reflection was replaced by Lily's face. "Hi!" Lily said, grinning.

"Lily!!!" Sarah's voice raised in excitement. Her own grin mirrored Lily's. "It's like a video call!" She turned and hugged her dad. "Thank you!!!"

Her dad chuckled, returning her hug with one arm. "Lily and I both have mirrors linked to yours, so we can contact each other should we need or want to. They don't have cell phones in the magic world, so I thought these would be the best solution."

Lily and Sarah ended their mirror call, promising to call again later, and Sarah said goodbye to her dad. He left using the newly installed portal. Her mom offered to make her some hot chocolate, saying she thought they both could use some, and Sarah agreed. Her mom went downstairs to go make the hot chocolate, and Sarah was left alone in her room.

Sarah walked over to her computer and opened up Agarland. She'd have to apologize to Mina for leaving so abruptly after telling her she'd be right back. It wasn't like she could tell her the real reason she'd left, so she decided to blame it on a power outage. It was Saturday morning, so she still had two days left for gaming before having to go back to school on Monday. Maybe she'd join her guild for a boss fight. The Loreleia Lizard didn't sound nearly as intimidating after rescuing a pixie from a giant spider and helping take down an evil elf.
 
Everyones stories are really great so far I feel a little intimidated because writing is not my strongest art form.
 
i have never fancied myself as a fiction writer, but i had fun with this. my sincere thanks to anyone who takes the time to read.


Long ago, there was a small, cozy village at the corner of a vast kingdom. Its inhabitants were simple folk; most of them were farmers and shepherds, known for their high quality produce and quiet way of life. Day after day, year after year, and for generation after generation, flocks of sheep and cattle were raised by the villagers in the gentle sloping hills of the town.

In this village, there lived two brothers. After their parents passed away, the brothers continued to tend to their herd, content to continue their family’s legacy. While it was a quiet way of life, they were happy. Life was not always easy, but so long as they had each other, they were satisfied.

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The village also bordered a vast, dark forest.

While most conversations between the villagers were harmless idle chatter about the state of their flocks, or the mayor’s speech or the upcoming harvest festival, occasionally they began whispering about a large, fearsome beast that lurked the woods. As the rumour goes - sometimes, when the moon was at its fullest, howls would rumble ominously from the forest depths. Although the villagers were used to seeing wolves lurking in the forest, these new wails they heard were different. Bone chilling. Unnatural.

Later, claw marks that were larger than a carriage were found at the village outskirts. Then, they were found by the village well. And slowly but surely, the sheep and cattle began to disappear, leaving nothing but bones. Fear swept through the village, insidious like a plague. When night came, doors were bolted shut and villagers would shudder in their homes in fear.

If only that were the least of their worries.

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For a long time afterwards, Theo would see that hill every night in his dreams.

It always started the same: the sky is always an open, bright cerulean blue; the clouds are pillows and candy floss. The winds sang of promise. He inhales the fresh scent of grass of the neverending plains and he wraps the warmth of the sun around him like a blanket.

The specifics would sometimes change, though; Julian would be teasing him, or they would be herding sheep together with the family dog. At other times, they would both be napping beneath a tree, or reading a book together in the shade. But while the details would change, the ending never did. The herald of the beginning of the end was subtle: the earth began groaning, while a dark maroon would slowly seep into the blue sky like poison. Lightning would then illuminate the sky. Then, the gusts of wind began to howl into an unnatural scream, followed by the cries of villagers in the distance.

A nightmare made flesh booms as it enters the village. Taller than trees, its beast-like head turns curiously as it watches as the villagers attempt to flee. It crackles gleefully as its limbs made of sinew rip through the village, shattering homes and families alike. Theo tries to run to his younger brother, but the earth beneath him begins to crumble and collapse and suddenly, the earth’s maw opens.

Theo reaches out just in time to grab Julian's hand just as he watches pieces of earth and grass fall into red depths he can’t fathom. Blood pounds in his ears and he puts every ounce of strength he has into holding on to his brother's hand.

Julian dangles at the mouth of the chasm, and time stops.

Theo sees the wide-eyed fear in his brother’s eyes distorting his boyish features.
Theo sees the tears streaking down his brother’s face.
Theo sees his brother’s blond hair, disheveled from the force of the gusts of wind.

Then the earth moans beneath his feet and the ground once again begins to crack; the world jolts back into motion, as if the clock was trying to catch up to the moments it had just missed. And Julian’s hands are slipping, despite Theo’s desperation to hold on.

In his dreams, Theo can still hear - with remarkable clarity - his brother’s shrill, tiny voice urging him. Theo, please, please - you’ve got to let me go - let me go, Theo.

Let me go.

Theo lets go.

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The dreams don’t come so frequently anymore. He’s too busy playing hero. After the Incident, Theo had scoured the empty, broken homes of his friends and acquaintances and had taken all the food he could carry. He arms himself with a sword he borrows from the blacksmith's forge. Without looking back, Theo left the ruins of the only home he’s ever known (not like there was much left, anyway) and began his life as Theo the Wandering Mercenary. His sole purpose: to find out why the calamity had happened.

Eventually, as he continued his crusade around the kingdom, he meets some friends. Together, the merry band of heroes continued their journey. They would solve people’s problems and piecing together clues as they wandered from town to town. They did not stay in one place for long, but they were hailed as heroes for their skill and valour for their swift problem-solving and deft decision-making. They visit far off cities, stand atop mountains, journey across the seas, shiver in blizzards and sweat beneath the relentless sun.

Initially, they were ignored by townsfolk and villagers. But as tales of their fame began to grow, people would whisper around them, which eventually which eventually grew louder and louder until it was deafening: Heroes! Heroes! The saviours have arrived!

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Hero.

The word galled him. They were wrong. He wasn’t a hero. He’s a fake, a fraud, a child parading around in a mask pretending he had all the answers. Real heroes helped people. They raised their swords against the wicked and they shielded the weak. But Theo wasn’t a hero. Real heroes protected the innocent and always, always saved the day - and he couldn’t even get that right. He could only do one thing.

Let me go, a tiny voice echoed.

Some hero he turned out to be.

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Many years later, when the party finally confronts the sorcerer who had created the monsters and disasters that ravaged the land, Theo’s mind absently wanders back to his brother. That young boy who had soft blue eyes and the most contagious smile, who's voice is carved into his heart.

Finally, Theo thinks wearily. It’s time.

For vengeance. For justice.

His comrades deal blow after blow, attack after attack, and finally the sorcerer is on his knees. The sorcerer's mask shatters, and with it, a flash of light blinds the party. As Theo struggles to regain his senses, a voice breaks through the ether. It is rasp and hungry - and when the light fades, it gives way to a familiar tear-streaked face, contorted in agony.

For the second time in his life, Theo feels time standing still.

“…dO yOu reMEMbeR …wHO I uSeD tO bE??
 
Here is my entry!
There once was a little forest where animals of all different species lived together peacefully. Squirrels, hippos, lions, and more were part of one community. In that forest lived Scoot, a small green duck who always wore a white helmet.

Scoot was always amazed by all the different animals in his little community. What fascinated him the most was Tank, a gray rhino who lived in the forest. Every morning, Scoot would excitedly watch Tank through the window of his house, running around and helping everyone in the forest. Everyone could rely on Tank to do the toughest tasks.

Scoot wanted to be like Tank. Tank was over twice of Scoot’s size, and his body was very muscular. Most importantly to Scoot, Tank was the fastest runner in the forest. Scoot would tell his duck friends, Joey and Derwin, about his dream to be as fast as Tank, but none of them cared. Ducks in the forest weren’t expected to run, let alone run fast, or do any athletic stuff. They were just supposed to sit and eat and leave all the hard work to those who weren’t lazy like them.

Scoot believed his fellow ducks wouldn’t understand. So, one day, he decided to talk to his role model, Tank, about his dream to be as fast as him. “Ducks aren’t supposed to run fast, are you kidding me? Look at Joey and Derwin,” he replied, pointing to the two ducklings who were snacking on food nearby.

Scoot was devastated by this conversation. No one in this forest understood how he felt. No one in this forest believed in him. He went back to his home, feeling hopeless. He never felt so alone. That night, before he went to bed, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was just a small duck. He then looked at the white helmet on his head.

When Scoot was too little to remember, his dad had set off on an adventure beyond the forest and never returned since. The only thing Scoot had to remember his dad by was the white helmet, which Scoot never took off.

“Dad, would you understand me?”

He lay in bed that night, deep in thought. Thoughts about his dad began to fill his mind. “Why did he leave the forest that day? Was he also searching for something more?”

The next morning, Scoot resumed his daily life. On his way to Joey’s house, Scoot gazed at the trees surrounding the forest. “Could what I am hoping for lay beyond those trees?” he thought to himself. But no one besides his dad had dared to venture past the trees that protected the forest from the rest of the world. Even Tank wasn’t brave enough. No one knew what lay beyond those trees. There were rumors about the outside world being too dangerous, which was possibly why Scoot’s dad never came back.

Scoot reached Joey’s house and the two spent the afternoon eating snacks, as all the little ducks did. But Scoot was getting bored of this lifestyle. He felt that he could be doing more. He wanted to run. He wanted to run like Tank.

That night, Scoot decided to leave the little forest, despite his fears, hoping that he could reach his dream beyond the trees. He packed a small sack with his belongings and set off. The forest was quiet, and everyone was asleep. He walked quietly towards the trees and took his first steps outside the forest. He took one look back at the forest before he left. “Goodbye, home,” he whispered softly.

The path was dark and scary for this little duckling. He had only a small lantern to guide the way. On his way, he heard strange and unfamiliar noises. “Should I go back?” he thought. He didn’t know where he was going, or what exactly he was hoping to find. But he wanted more for his life, and he knew he couldn’t get that if he stayed in the forest.

“No, I have to do this.” And so he continued walking, occasionally stumbling over branches and vines. An hour had passed since he had left the forest. On his way, he heard loud splashing noises, but turned to realize it was only a river with strong currents. He walked away from the river in order to avoid falling in.

Suddenly, the wind began to blow and the small fire lighting his lantern went out. It was completely dark, and the small duck was terrified. “Okay, I think it’s time to head back now,” he said, trembling with fear. He started walking back to the forest where he came from.

“Why did I think a little duck like me could-”

A loud splash followed. Scoot had fallen into the river, with the strong current pulling his tiny body. Sure, he was a duck, but the water was too much for him to handle. The only thing saving him was a branch that he had happened to catch on to when he fell in, but it was about to snap.

“Help! Someone help me!” he cried out. He was losing hope. He had no control over his body. He thought it was the end for him. He thought it was the end for this little duck with a dream. The branch snapped.

“I’ve got you!” a voice yelled out. Scoot could hear someone dive into the river, and he felt someone grab onto him. Before he knew it, he was out of the water. Half conscious, he saw a maroon figure standing above him, not much larger than him.

“Are you okay?” the figure asked.

“Y-yeah…” Scoot replied. He slowly came back to his senses and realized that the figure in front of him was a duck.

“That river got you bad back there!” the maroon duck shouted. “My name’s Bill!”

“Thank you for saving me, Bill. I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there to save me.” But Scoot noticed something different about Bill. Bill wasn’t like the other ducks from the forest. He was muscular, like Tank. Bill was like something Scoot had never seen before. None of the other ducks from the forest would have been able to save Scoot.

“How did you save me? How are you so strong? You’re a duck.” Scoot asked.

“Haha, what? Ducks can be strong. We can be anything we want to be.” Bill took a look at Scoot’s helmet. “No way, your helmet!”

“Huh?”

“Your helmet! That looks like the helmet from that legend!” Bill exclaimed.

“What legend?”

“The legend about that duck! The duck with a helmet who’s supposed to run faster than any other creature ever.” Bill explained excitedly. “No way, are you that duck?”

“What? Me? No… I just came from a little forest where ducks are just… sitting ducks. We don’t do much.”

“Well, you’re not in that forest anymore!”

“But I can’t be fast. I couldn’t even get out of that river back there.”

“I can help you! If you really are that duck from the legend, I’ll help you!” Bill insisted.

Scoot wasn’t sure about it. How could a small duck like him possibly be the fastest creature to exist? But in that short amount of time since leaving the forest, he met Bill, a strong duck. He had never seen anything like that before. There must have been more in store for him to discover.

“Okay,” Scoot answered.

“Great!”

The two then went to Bill’s little hideout, and they spent the following days training. Bill had never mentored anyone before, but he taught Scoot well. As time passed, Scoot became more athletic, which was unlike the ducks from the forest. He was improving each day.

“You’re faster than me now, Scoot!” Bill said. But Scoot still wasn’t faster than Tank. Not even close.

Scoot took a seat on a nearby tree stump. He was losing hope. He thought that he could never be like Tank. “This is impossible. Maybe that legend is a lie.”

Bill walked up to Scoot. “There is no way that legend is a lie. My dad told me the story when I was just a little duckling. And the more I watch you, the more I think you are that duck from the legend.” He paused. “Where did you get that helmet anyway?”

“My dad gave it to me before he left the forest when I was little. I never saw him again. I have no idea what happened to him.”

“Well, I’m sure nothing bad happened to him! Don’t lose hope, Scoot. For anything.” Bill then left to prepare dinner, while Scoot stayed seated.

Scoot missed his dad more than ever. For the first time ever, Scoot took off his helmet. “I don’t deserve this. I’m not the duck from the legend. I don't know why Bill still thinks I am. And Dad, if you saw me right now, you’d be so disappointed.”

But while he held the helmet, he noticed something he had never seen before. Written on the inside was a message from his father. “Zip zoom, little one.”

“Zip zoom,” Scoot read. He looked up at Bill, who was nearby, and back at the helmet. “Zip zoom,” he repeated. Suddenly, he felt something different in his body. He felt a new energy awakening inside him. He knew what he had to do. He put on his helmet, stood up from the tree stump, and began to run like he had never run before.

He was running. Faster than Bill. Faster than Tank. Faster than anything. Bill had barely taken a glimpse at Scoot as he zoomed past. He was just too fast.

“It’s the duck from the legend!” yelled Bill, as Scoot continued to run around the area. "It's you, Scoot!"

After exploring his new abilities, Scoot returned to Bill. “Bill, I did it. We did it.”

“I knew it! I believed in you, Scoot!”

Scoot had never been so happy. He accomplished his dream. But he knew it was time for him to go back home. He had gotten what he came for. He was fast now. He missed the forest community. He missed his friends.

“Thank you, Bill, for everything. For helping me realize that I can be something more.”

“Thank you, Scoot, for being the duck from the legend. I never thought I’d ever meet my childhood hero.”

And so, Scoot set off to the forest. He was no longer scared of what lay in the path ahead of him. It didn’t take long for him to reach the forest, especially with his new speed. Upon returning, he was welcomed by his friends.

“Scoot! Where have you been? We were so worried!” exclaimed Joey. At that moment, Joey and Derwin both hugged Scoot tightly and burst into tears. “We missed you!” Others from the forest also greeted Scoot and were glad he was back.

“I missed you all too,” replied Scoot.

Scoot told his friends all about his little adventure and his new ability. “That’s so cool!” Derwin said, amazed. “You’re my new hero.”

News about Scoot had spread throughout the forest. Tank, Scoot’s former role model, approached Scoot. “Well, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry for doubting you back then.” Tank paused. “You know, you’re my role model these days. I wish I was as fast as you.” Scoot’s little heart was happy. He was an inspiration to his friends, Tank, and everyone else in the forest. After his adventure, he spent his time helping around the forest, just like he watched Tank do.

Scoot had changed so much since his journey. He was the fast little duck he had always dreamed of being. But it wasn’t simply the words “zip zoom” that gave him his newfound speed. It was the message from his father, who loved him deeply. It was the reminder that Scoot was not alone. That there was his dad believing in him from afar. That there was someone out there like Bill rooting for him too. And, it was the power of a dream of a little duck named Scoot.
 
Ughhh. I keep cutting off the last bit of my story. And now I’m running out of time ha ha ha. I plan to finish it tomorrow though. Great job so far guys
 
im having a real hard time finding the motivation to type that many words after i spend 9 hours a day typing at work. like i have the story but it won’t type itself😩
 
Here's my entry. I hope it gets accepted because I do not want to have to redo it.

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Chelsea who lived with her mother, father, and grandmother in a small cottage by the edge of the woods. Her father worked at the lumber mill and her mother was a tailor and they often left Chelsea at home to be watched over by her grandmother. Their village was a peaceful one and has never seen war or had a famine like during the days of when her grandmother was a young child. Chelsea would wake up at the crack of dawn every morning to go feed the chickens and collect eggs while her family makes breakfast and prepares to go to work.

After her parents left, Chelsea and her grandmother would spend the rest of the day taking care of the garden. It was spring and there was a lot of work to be done. Some of the seeds have sprouted and dotted the dark rich soil with tiny green buds. Her grandmother checked on the condition of the soil to make sure it was suitable for each type of vegetable. She ordered Chelsea to fill the watering pail and to water specific sections. After watering the garden, her grandmother went inside to begin the house chores and told Chelsea to check the fencing and net covers for the plants that her family uses to keep away unwanted pests and to mend them if there were any holes. What was unusual was that her grandmother also hung up little knitted hats on the fence as well.

When Chelsea was very little, she once asked her grandmother why she made so many little hats only to hang them outside where they could be stolen or blown away in the storm. Her grandmother said, “To keep the gnomes away of course! They can never resist a well made hat. Otherwise they would come into the house and make away with anything hat-like. That’s how I lost your great great grandmother’s wedding present you know. I didn’t hang up the hats one day and our house was ransacked. We lost a few other things but she was most upset over that pure silver bell.”

When Chelsea grew older, her mother told her the real reason why. “It’s just a quirky thing your grandmother likes to do. Knitting keeps her hands and mind busy and was how your great grandmother kept her out of trouble. If it makes her happy to be knitting hats for the gnomes, let her.”

As Chelsea walked along the fence that marked their property, she placed hats onto the hooks that were nailed to the fence. As she got close to the fence near the field where the goats are kept, she heard something yelling and struggling in the tall grass. She thought that maybe one of the goat kids got hurt and rushed over. She came to a stop and saw nothing but still heard something or rather someone yelling.

“SOMEONE HELP ME!”

She looked down and saw a small creature no bigger than her stuck in a shallow hole. Well to a human it was shallow but to the creature it was massive. She reached inside and cupped the creature gently with both hands and brought it leveled to her face. She opened her hands and waited until the creature dusted off his clothes before turning to face her.

“Thank you for saving me. I’ve been stuck in the hole all night and was afraid a fox might come get me. My name is Fred. May I know the name of my savior?”

“My name is Chelsea. I’m sorry but I must ask, what are you doing in my family’s field?”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Chelsea. I am a forest gnome you see. I was here because the hat I grabbed blew away when a great gust of wind came by last night. It was dark and the grass was so tall around here that I fell into this hole. I tried shouting but I’m pretty sure my brothers went home after grabbing their own hats and left me behind! Would you like to come visit our home? The least I can do is offer a cup of tea to my savior.”

“Gnomes are real?” Chelsea thought in her head. “I can’t believe the stories my grandmother told are true. And all this time I’ve never seen a single one. Maybe Fred would know what happened to my family’s silver bell.”

“Sure, I would love to come over for a cup of tea.”

Fred pointed towards the forest and when Chelsea crossed into the forest she felt a strange feeling going over her body. Suddenly the forest she has always taken walks in with her family seems a lot more magical…and a lot bigger.

She turned to look at Fred and realized that she had shrunk! She wasn’t the same height as Fred. just twice as tall.

“What did you do to me?! CHANGE ME BACK!,” she demanded.

“Now now. Calm down. It’s just the magic of the forest. Although you are still big you can’t come into my house as human size. I’m sure you’ll change back when you go home”.

“You are sure I’ll change back? So you have no idea.”

“Well, I never exactly invited a human to my home before. Hey, we can ask my grandfather later. He has invited humans over when he was young before and he never said anything about humans getting stuck in this forest before.”

“If you say so. But there will be consequences if I don’t change back.”

Fred lived in a fallen tree trunk but it wasn’t decaying. Moss and mushroom grew over and around it tastefully. It was hollow on the inside and the windows and doors were carved into it tastefully.

“My brothers are my neighbors. My family have lived here for centuries and we just carved out space as the family grew. We had to put up some walls later when they started their families and needed privacy. Also to stop blaming others for the mess they created.”

Chelsea had to crouch and duck her head to make it inside Fred’s apartment. She looked around and was amazed at what she saw. Small chairs made out of twigs and wood chips and cushions made out of what looks like cotton and dandelion seeds. Fred handed her a teacup made out of leaves.

As she glanced around she noticed something shiny by the window. It was a silver bell with detailed carvings on it. Chelsea could not believe it. It was her family’s long lost heirloom!

“Fred, why do you have that silver bell in the corner.”

“Well it’s a long and embarrassing story. My father and uncle wanted to get new hats for the season when they were young. Your family is infamous for the hats you don't know and there is always a rush to get the latest fashion especially in the spring after the snow and ice melt. Well they both were the last to leave and by the time they got to the fence all the hats were gone!

There were also a lot of other gnomes who couldn’t grab a hat because they waited too long.They didn’t want to show up to the spring gathering the next day wearing last year’s hats so they decided to sneak into your house to see if there was anything. My father took this bell and lugged it home. Although it was heavy, he was definitely the biggest attention grabber at the gathering that year! My mother loves telling us about how he wore that thing on his head all night even though it was heavy. He got away with it by leaning against the side of the house and never leaving that spot.”

“That’s such a funny story. Is there any way I can take it back with me? My grandmother was sad that she lost that bell many years ago because it belonged to her grandmother. She would love to see it again.”

“I would love to return it but us gnomes don’t give away anything for free. You see you have already saved my life and I have returned the favor by giving you tea. But that hat still belongs to my father and it’s not mine to give.”

“What if I gave him a different hat? One that’s even more spectacular and unique?”

“He would be more than happy to take that offer. I will even help. I’m ashamed that my father’s action has caused your family pain by taking away a precious family treasure.”

Fred and Chelsea headed out into the forest to look for materials. Fred told her that gnomes can cast simple magic to preserve and carve natural items so she didn’t have to worry about them rotting. They gathered lots of colorful flower petals and leaves. She found an acorn that was the perfect material for a base. They gathered various berries for paint and even found a white soft down feather.

She dyed the feather with berry juices and asked Fred to hollow the acorn for a base. She remembered the hats of the fancy ladies that strolled through the town square. She ripped up the petals and leaves and rolled them up to create miniature flowers and had Fred cast preservation magic over them so they would never wilt. And added the dyed feather as a finishing touch.

After a whole afternoon of work, they returned home and presented Fred’s father with the hat they created together. His father was delighted and said that no other gnomes would ever have such a colorful hat with miniature flowers at the spring gathering. He gave the silver bell to Chelsea and Fred escorted her back to the edge of the forest.

“You must visit again someday. It was lovely to have you over!”

They hugged and Chelsea crossed the forest boundary and felt a change come over her. She was her normal size again. She looked back and saw the forest as she did before. The trees looked normal and no longer have that enchanted atmosphere.

She returned home and presented her grandmother with the silver bell and told her about the adventure that she went on. Her parents played along but didn’t truly believe Chelsea’s story. Her mother put her to bed and asked her for the real story of how she found the bell. Chelsea insisted that her story was true but looked at her mother’s sterned face.

“I found it in a hole in the field,” she said. “I wasn’t paying attention and tripped. The grass was tall and I didnt see it. My foot got stuck and well I pulled it out, I saw something shiny in the dirt.”

“You have a talent for telling these kinds of stories much like your grandmother. She believed that the gnomes stole it all these years and no one could ever correct her. She would have said you were lying if you just told her that found it in the field. Thank you for finding it and putting your grandmother at ease”

Her mother told her good night and turned off the light. That night, Chelsea dreamed of the enchanted forest and the gnomes’ spring gathering.
 
My story is long, and bizarre.. sorry.
The faint bustling of donkey drawn carriages making their deliveries to sell wake Ethel. Rubbing her eyes, she looks at the sun seeping between the panels of the cracked and chipped blinds. Her sister, Beth was already backing their basket with bread and fruit for their lunch.

"Ethel! We have to leave soon! Get those mats out of your hair and get your uniform on so we can go! We don't want to be late."
Ethel rolls out of her straw stuffed bed to face the dim reflection of a mirror to brush her hair out and tie it up.

Ethel and Beth both served in the house of a rich family. They mostly just did housekeeping, you know picking up robes thrown on the floor, washing dishes and utensils, emptying bedpans, or scraping the droppings from their shoes. But Ethel loved dusting. As much as Ethel loved zoning out while watching the flowing black ostrich feathers dancing across the surfaces of tables and trinkets, she was ready for change.

With the door shutting behind them, they make a brisk walk to the estate. There were some shallow puddles left from the early morning showers on the trampled ground. An oddly dressed merchant catches Ethel's eye. They had odd long, spindly, feather like things in a vase that had eyes on the ends of them.

"Good morning Beth and Ethel!" Miles the butler happily greeted! "Good Morning, Miles!" Beth and Ethel replied. "The family left last night to be away for a week or two. They requested the house be cleaned top to bottom while they were away. Unfortunately, I don't know exactly when they will be back, however their leave was pretty abrupt." Miles explained. "The cooks are cleaning up in the kitchen before they go, including the dishes that is sometimes left to you two."
"Thank you Miles." Beth said. "Ethel, I'll drop off our basket in the kitchen. You go ahead to the top floor and get our supplies out of the closet and I'll meet you there.

Ethel heads up the flight of stairs wondering where the family could have gone at such an odd hour. Reaching the 3rd floor, she walks past 3 bedrooms on her right, and an office over looking the street to the left. At the end of the hall was a very small simple wash room and a small closet full of cleaning supplies. Ethel pulls out some extending dusters and hand dusters. She hoped that perhaps Beth will allow her just to focus on that while she vacuumed. Ethel hated vacuums. They were so bizarre and loud, even though it save them alot of work. Grabbing some rags and polish, and pulling that dreaded vacuum out, Beth catches up.
"Ethel, you go ahead of me with dusting and I will follow with the vacuum after I get this hallway."

Ethel enters the office and opens the curtains. "Well, I might as well just take the curtains down since they will need washed anyway." Ethel mumbles to herself. After folding the curtains and using the extended duster to reach the elaborate hanging lights and cobwebs of the corners of the room, she starts dusting some shelving with her small feather duster that she loves so much. The long black feathers glisten greens, blues, and purples in the sunlight right. She wondered if anyone wore feathers. For how beautiful they were, she didn't understand why they would be used to wipe dust. "Why don't they use boring ugly feathers instead?" She wondered.

The clock strikes 5 pm letting Beth and Ethel know that the work day has ended.
"Beth, you go on home, I'll tidy up the supplies." Ethel insisted.
"Alright Ethel, thank you. But please be mindful to not doddle on the way home." Ethel replied with a smirk.
Ethel was sure that Beth knew what she was wanting to investigate. She wanted to know more about the strangely dressed merchant and the odd long, spindly, feather like things with eyes on the ends.

"Good evening Miss!"
"Evening..."
"Dan, the name is Dan."
"Dan?" Ethel asked.
"Just Dan. ... Is there something I can help you with?"
"Sorry, I just, ... Your name is so ordinary!"
"Quite so. I have been getting reactions like that most places I go! I guess most people don't wear clothing like me, but the world could use more color in everyday life, no?"
Ethel takes a moment to pause, " Well, I can't say I disagree." Ethel smiles. " What are these things in your vase?"
"Oh these?! This are special. They are feathers from a beautiful rare bird that dances in the sun. There are all kinds of stories about this bird. How fire does not destroy it, but makes it grow even longer and more vibrant feathers instead. How the sick are healed from just one touch... I'll tell you what, I'll let you have the whole vase. You are the only person in 3 weeks to take notice of these feathers."
"Really?! THANK YOU! ... But I can't believe you were here for 3 weeks and no one showed any interest in these feathers. They are so beautiful and odd."
"Well, the beautiful and odd isn't for everyone. Some people like the same old same old."
"Well, thank you Dan. I will cherish them."

With the feathers carefully laid in the basket Beth had earlier packed lunch in clutched in Ethel's hands, she jogged home excitedly.
About half way, she decided to take a detour. There was a creek nearby at the end of a hill. The hill was the perfect spot to watch the sun set and to get a good look at these feathers she had acquired.

"These are so beautiful. I really wish I could go see these birds Dan spoke of." Ethel whispered as she touched the "eye" of the biggest feather of the bunch.
"I can take you there." Startled Ethel frantically looks around, almost dropping her basket of feathers. An ugly brown feathered creature was hovering over the creek eye to eye with Ethel. "Who,.. What are you?" Ethel shakily asked.
"It does not matter. If you wish to see these birds that dance in the sun, follow me." The creature paused for a moment. "In all honesty, miss, you have no choice but to follow me. Afterall, I have personally watched these birds that dance in the sun, and only I know the safe path to return from them." The creature blinked its one yellow eye a couple of times, and turned to wait in the trees across the creek. Ethel, not sure what to make of this decides that curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to see this birds the oddly dressed merchant spoke of. And if the stories were true, perhaps she could help her mother how has been staying couple of towns over due to her health deteriorating.

Ethel takes a few steps on some moss covered rocks to cross the creek and meet the creature preening their dull brown feathers.
"Stay close" The ugly creature calming said. The creature moved effortlessly through the trees. Ethel had to practically jog to keep up. She paced her breathing with every step. The creature showed no sign of slowing down or getting tired.

"Please slow down, I can't move this fast for a long time. I am not a messenger nor a horse who travels long distances quickly for a living." Ethel said catching her breath. The creature said nothing and just kept going. Ethel's heart pounding, Ethel thinks to herself that perhaps she wouldn't see the birds that danced in the sun because she felt she couldn't' keep up. She stopped to lean on a tree. The creature made a full u-turn to meet her without skipping a beat.

"We must hurry. The creature with dark scales may sense us." With a nudge, the ugly brown feathered creature encouraged Ethel to start moving again.
With the speed reduced to a walk, Ethel and the ugly brown feathered creature kept traveling. The trees started to thin out, and eventually the reached a barren rocky landscape. The ground was cracked and dried up from the daytime sun. The only thing that grew were small spiny plants. The moon was full and bright that night making the dried old dead wood look like monsters in the night frozen in time.
"Where are we?" Ethel asked the creature while looking at the spiny plants as they seemed to multiply the further they traveled.
"Well, we don't we don't tend to name places." The creature replied.
"Why? Who travels without naming places?"
" Didn't you just want to see the birds that danced in the sun, or did you just want to know where they were at? Just keep following"
"I want to know both." Ethel muttered to herself knowing that seeing the birds was more interesting to her. Afterall, what is the point in knowing where they were if the places to get there and the place they were at had no names?

As dawn approached Ethel's feet were pretty sore, and her legs had some scratches from the spiny plants from the barren land.
In the horizon, Ostriches can be seen gathered drinking from a pond in front of a hilly landscape full of pine trees. Ethel hoped the creature would allow a rest stop here. She was pretty tired and thirsty, and honestly, she wouldn't mind getting a few feathers from the Ostriches to take home.

As they arrived, the Ostriches were much taller than Ethel thought. In fact they were a little scary... but not as intimating as this creature was she was following. She started to wonder what possessed her to trust this creature that was so odd looking.
"Alright, lets rest here till about noon." The ugly brown feathered creature said as he stacked some wide green leaves to lay on.
Ethel propped herself up against a rock in a cushy moss patch and watched the ostriches drink water, that the babies waddle around. After some time, she took a drink herself, and then took a nap.

Upon waking up, Ethel couldn't find the ugly brown feathered creature anywhere. It was dark again... where did it go? It was suppose to wake her at noon. Slightly thankful she had a longer time to rest, but concerned about the creature not being anywhere, she heard a growling in the distance. It was like a motor. It was getting louder and louder. She looked across the barren landscape to see a black creature, huffing and puffing and making a terrible noise. Dust clouds were rising behind this dark creature who had scales shining in the night. Remember what the ugly brown feathered creature said earlier, Ethel panicked and ran into the hills hoping the dense pine trees will help hide her. As she reached the pines, she saw the ugly brown feather's creature's body lying on the ground. She scooped it up as quickly as possible and found a hollowed old tree to hide in. The black scaly creature tore through the pines as if they were sheets of paper and kept going far into the distance of the hills.

A toad who spied Ethel fleeing to safety with the ugly brown feathered creature's body, hopped over to Ethel.
"The black scaly creature will come back. It always comes back. It goes to and fro. Sometimes the same path, and other times not."
Startled, Ethel looks over at the toad that was the size of a small dog.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Wartz."
Nervous, Ethel whispered, " My name is Ethel. What is this black scaly creature?"
"We call it Hoover. Look, your friend you have there needs some help. I have this lily head at my house that contains a powerful elixir to help them recover. I will go fetch it. Wait here."

Wartz headed out of the hollow tree to a near by hollowed out log nestled among some abnormally large mushrooms.
Ethel inspected her ugly brown feathered friend. Beyond the fact it was knocked out, it seemed fine, no scratches.
"Hold his head up." Wartz poured some liquid in the creature's mouth from the lily head.

"Do you know what anyone calls him? I asked and he didn't give me an answer really." Ethel asked.

"Well, some of us call him the mud bird. I don't think he likes that name. The mud birds have a weird way of life. They are pretty rare, and they tend to just guard other rare birds and keep their location pretty secret. Actually he is the only one I have seen.
Since Hoover recently passed by, I would recommend you start traveling now. At some point he will turn around. If you travel now, you can get some traveling to your destination knocked out before you have to hide again. Say, where are you heading anyway? Or at least what is your goal? I know the mud bird didn't tell you where you were actually going." Wartz chuckled a bit.
"Well, I wish to see and learn more about the birds that dance in the sun. I was given a bundle of their feathers from a strangely dressed merchant called Dan." Ethel answered, a little curious about what else Wartz had to share.
" Dan eh?" Wartz Chuckled.
"Do you know Dan?" Ethel asked.
"Do you have any of the feathers on you still?" Wartz asked.
Completely forgetting she had them, she reached for her basket beside her.
"Well, it looks like I only have one feather. The others must have fell out earlier. Probably when I first met the mud bird."
"Aye, well, one is all you need, and it looks like a strong one. Dan tends to hide one in a bundle of fakes anyway. That one I am sure is real. The real thing doesn't easily get far from its owner. Listen, I bet I know why Dan told you about the birds that danced in the sun. We have been plagued by Hoover for such a long time. Even the birds that dance in the sun are effected by Hoover. Please, if you come across him again on your journey, please, defeat Hoover."

Ethel heads out further into the piney Hills, the mud bird still fast asleep in her arms. It felt like she has been traveling for hours, maybe even a day. Ethel ponders what Wartz shared with her. Not wanting anything to do with Hoover, she hoped she could just get to her destination and get back home. In fact, she even wondered if the trip was worth going through at all.

After a while, Ethel comes to the edge of the dense pine forest in the hills country. It must have been late morning. Before her is a flat land that appears to have no sign of Hoover rampaging through. Beside her foot was in fact a little white flower. She reached down to pick it, and to her surprise, a new one sprang forth where the old one was. She looked up into the horizon, and saw the most beautiful birds walking together.
"Mud bird, we are here, mud bird... wake up." Ethel gently shakes the mud bird, hoping that it has finally recovered, but alas it was still sleeping soundly without a scratch.
The sun reached high into the sky, Ethel still standing in place watching the birds wondering beyond their beauty and rarity, what was so special about them. Dan mentioned that with one touch of a feather, the sick can be healed and how fire just makes their feathers grow back longer and more vibrant. She wondered what other stories there were. Ethel sat down hoping that perhaps the dance would soon start, but instead a growling started... like a motor. The birds fled.

Ethel shuttered and started to flee with the mud bird but was unsure where to hide. There wasn't much besides just tall grasses. Frantic, Ethel took a belly dive into some tall grasses to the side hoping they weren't in the path of Hoover. The mud bird wakes up groggy and weak. "Hoover's coming but it looks like we made it to the place where the birds are that dance in the sun. I heard your conversations with Wartz. Even though I couldn't move, I heard everything. I know what you have in your basket. After all, I see you with the feather when we met at the creek. Please, defeat Hoover."
Ethel panicking and shaking reached into her basket to look at the beautiful long feather. Thinking of every possible reason and excuse to say about how she can't defeat Hoover, she couldn't manage to get one squeak out. Hearing the shrills of the birds in the distance as Hoover was coming both terrified her more, but also saddened her and encouraged her. Without a word, she got up with the feather, and looked out for Hoover. Palm trees close by were falling down 3 by 3, closer,... and closer. The growling was louder and louder. Ethel's heart was pounding in here ears, her hands were shaking griping the feather between her fingers. Ethel reached her arm out with the feather and closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to look.

Ethel wakes up on the hill by the creek with the feather still in hand. Confused as to what happened and where she was, she frantically looks for the mud bird and the destruction left over from Hoover. No sign of the mud bird or hoover was around. However, before her, across the creek was a beautiful bird, full of the long spindly feathers with eyes on the end. More beautiful than the ones Ethel saw earlier in that distance place. It strutted in the setting sun. " Do you not recognize me? I am the one you called the mud bird."
Shocked, Ethel blurted out, " What? How? Where is Hoover?"
"You defeated Hoover, and set me free. See when Hoover got us we turned into what you called me, a mud bird. Fearing more danger we kept the birds that danced in the sun a secret best we could, but Hoover became a bigger and bigger problem. Not any more. Here, take these feathers of mine with the one you used to defeat Hoover. Make them into a feather duster, use it to destroy destruction and the webs of entanglement."

Ethel completely speechless accepted the feathers and ran home to Beth. She told her everything, and that same evening they made their way to their mother, two towns over, and freed her. Ethel loved feather dusters for their beauty before, she loves them for a different reason now, and doesn't think that only ugly feathers should be used anymore for the dirty work. Each have their place, use and and story. Maybe she even loves feather dusters now more than before.






 
My entry is a portal fantasy to a world with talking animals that needs to be saved from an evil capitalist raccoon investor.

It was around 11 PM on a spring evening and I was lying in bed, so very tired from my soul-draining office job, I almost didn’t have the energy to be shocked about the portal that had opened up in front of me. Suddenly, a blue cat hopped on my chest.

“Follow me to Paradise.”

“Let’s go.”

Why on earth would I trust a talking cat?! But I was too tired to put up a fight and the situation was so bizarre that I thought that anything that could follow could not possibly be worse than my current life. Together, we hopped through the portal. Now we stood on a meadow in the middle of a forest with red, white and yellow roses growing here and there. The portal started slowly closing behind us.

“I am asking you to save this place. What do you think? You can still leave before the portal is closed.”

The scene was the most relaxing thing I had seen in years. As the portal was gone, the cat ran away. I was left wandering the forest, and soon realized that I was on an island: an island of talking animals!

“Oh, hi, I haven’t seen you around here. Do you know where I can get a bed made out of chocolate?”

These were the first words spoken to me... by a hamster. At this point I was fully convinced that I was dreaming. But the dream never ended, with me moving in to a deer’s house, getting to know the other animals of the forest and settling to a slow-paced lifestyle. We lived from nature, as the forest, some fields and the waters provided us with all that we needed. Months went by and seasons passed, and soon I had forgotten what the cat had asked me to do before running off.

One day in summer, a dog rang everyone together for an emergency meeting.

“The island has been sold to an investor who is planning to develop Paradise into an urbanized tourist destination!”

It turned out that none of the animals were originally from this island called Paradise. They had fled capitalism in order to lead simplified but more natural lifestyles.

“Of course we miss comforts such as chocolate once in a while”, the hamster explained. “But I used to spend my days in an office, returning home tired, and I wanted a change.”

My roommate – the deer – elaborated: “Because of innovations in landscaping techniques, a certain investor has been able to rapidly develop and urbanize an unbelievable amount of islands in these past years.”

I was shocked. I had thought that I had fled to a world without worries, but in reality this world was at the brink of becoming just like mine!

A terrifying rumbling from the skies above made my whole body pulse as a shining blue helicopter settled in close-by waters. Everyone was there to see a raccoon jump off. For some reason, he seemed to single me out, walking straight at me.

“Oh, you are already here? How…? Well, I love your motivation – that’s the spirit! You don’t have a house though, do you? Where do you want me to set up your house?”

“Thanks, but I’m living with deer”, I said. I was probably visibly confused.

“That’s great! Thank you, dear deer. I’ll build you your own house, now though! Isn’t that great?”

I looked at what the raccoon had in his hands. It was a box with “landscaping kit” written on it.

“You are giving me a free house?”

“Why, yes, pretty much! All I’m asking you in return is to use this as you please. Do a good job and soon you’ll have your own castle if you want! I trust you!”

He handed me the landscaping kit. Why does he trust me? Why did he pick me? These questions raced through my mind, with the prospect of my very own castle, but also what the villagers had told me. The hamster looked at me with pleading eyes, snapping me back to reality. I took the landscaping kit.

“That is very kind of you. I really like living with deer, though. But I will take this and see what I can do with it!”

The raccoon looked surprised but also happy.

“You are very humble! Just let me know if you change your mind about your own house.”

Months went by. The raccoon had left the island and nothing had changed. The landscaping kit was lying in a drawer and I did not even think about using it. We celebrated our “victory” over the investor with a big feast with the finest grilled fish straight from the sea. We thought the island saved.

One day, the investor appeared with a knock on our door. He sounded very upset.

“What are you doing? Nothing has changed here.”

“Thank you for the tools. But this place is perfect. Nothing needs to change”, I said as I tried to close the door.

“Wait!”

The raccoon stepped inside and opened up a suitcase filled with money.

“There are 100 million bells in here. You can have all of it. Can you even imagine what you can buy with it? Your dream house, as big as you want, fully decorated. You can eat the most luxurious food, every day.”

I stared at the money, in disbelief.

“Why would you give me that?”

“There is no economy on this island. There are no stores. If you want to spend the money, you have to help me build an economy. And you will be the richest person on the island – no, in the whole archipelago! You see, I am not greedy. I am here to share my wealth. You can also share it with your friends as you please. I do not know what you are thinking, but I am not a bad person. I am here to make all of your lives better. You can even buy things like chocolate beds in my store. There is no downside in this. So help me develop this island and raise the quality of life.”

I was dumbfounded. I must have stood there for minutes, not saying a word. Then, I opened my mouth:

“I see now that you are a generous man who means no harm to this island. But there are many developed islands, which I am sure are very beautiful and I would love to visit one day. But this island is happy as it is and does not want to change. People are different and it is good that an island like this is also allowed to exist, for those who crave this type of lifestyle.”

Now the raccoon gave me a surprised look.

“I see.”

He took the money and was never to be seen again on the island.

It was around 11 PM on a spring evening and I was lying in bed, relaxed and about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a portal opened up in front of me. The blue cat walked up to me, thanked me for saving the island and informed me that now that my job had been accomplished, I was free to leave anytime. We had one last feast and I said goodbye to all my friends, holding back my tears. It was time to return to the ordinary world: Even though the daily routine was very tiring, I had left behind so many dear friends and family and was thrilled to be able to see them again.

I jumped through the portal and broke into tears when I realized that it was not going to close. Soon I found a much better job with a nice, big urban development corporation, and whenever I felt too stressed from the ordinary world, I would visit my animal friends in Paradise.
 
I am not a huge writer but attempted to put forth some of my best effort! (also, for those who do read it, lets see if you notice anything...)

edit: only edited because I realized the italicize didn't transfer over from google documents so I had to manually do it right now lol

May 23, 2021
“Sweetie, it's time to wake up.” Says my mom with a gentle shake. Slowly rousing from my slumber, I take in my childhood room one last time. My mom, Susan, looks down at me lovingly before she ships me off to Seychelles, the island of paradise that offers new horizons to conquer. Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I embraced her in a hug as if to say thank you for raising me all these years. Growing up in rural Vermont has been tough on us, especially since there is little to no room for growth in a small town such as the one I was born and raised in. Looking for a fresh start, I decided to take on the task of being a representative for this small island called Seychelles, located near East Africa. As for some backstory to my mom, Susan had raised me since I was born as a single mother. To me she possesses many more roles than just “mom”. She is my father, my mentor, my inspiration, and most important of all, she is my hero.

Susan grabbed my brown leather suitcase full of everything I could possibly need for turning over a new leaf. It included some clothes (enough to get me by for a week or so), dry goods, and my wallet and identification. That doesn’t seem like much, but you also have to keep in mind that I am traveling light since I am starting a new life and will purchase more once I am there. Once making it to the front door, I bent down to give my three dogs, Oscar, Henry, and Dani, each a hug before I walked out the door.

The car ride to the airport was mainly spent in silence, not because we had nothing to say to each other, but because there was so much emotion in the air that it was hard to process that the day had finally come. We had just taken the exit towards the airport when my mom had said, “Will you at least write to me?” I looked over at her with shock written across my face. “Of course mom! Who knows, maybe once you hear how sweet life is in Seychelles you may join me one day.” She chuckled and shook her head at my statement, as if to politely dismiss it. Finally reaching the airport, she helps me with my luggage before giving me one last hug. “I almost forgot!” Susain said as she walked back up to the front of the car. Reaching inside she pulls out the cow stuffed animal that I have had since I was a kid. Taking it from her, I thanked her with tears starting to form in my eyes. I gave her one last hug before taking my first steps into my new life…


Later that same day…

This is your pilot speaking… We are entering our descent into Seychelles.


I awake from my slumber on the plane to see that we are taxing into Seychelle’s small airport. With its yellow roof, it makes the island look like an inviting place to live. As we come to a stop, I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my suitcase from the overhead compartment. Passing by the cabin door, I notice two seagulls sitting in the cockpit, but think nothing of it.

The salty air whips my hair into a frenzy as I walk off the dock and onto my new home for the foreseeable future. “Uh hi Miss! You must be our new island representative!” I turn to my right to see a dog talking to me. Stunned, I say, “Is this Seychelles?” “It sure is Miss! What’s your name? I’m Isabelle!” Says the dog, sticking her paw out in greeting. I take it apprehensively, taking in the scenery around me. “Ohmygosh is this our new representative?!” Squeals a duck that oddly enough looks like a tomato. Throwing her arms around me, she introduces herself as Ketchup, and the bear next to her as Grizzly, who only grunted at me. Still feeling perplexed, I double checked to make sure I had the right island. After being told, again, that this is infact Seychelles, I accepted my fate as a representative for a bunch of animals.

Excited to get me started, Isabelle led me to her office within the Town Hall. From there, she got me set up with a camping tent as my temporary home, seeing as my US dollars weren’t accepted as currency here. She told me that the main form of currency is bells, which I can earn by selling any and everything to the Nook’s brothers, who are raccoons, and whose dad works at the same office as Isabelle by being the main source for building plots and relocations.

After setting up my tent and cot, I unpack my bag before heading back to the Town Hall. “You’re best off spending the first week getting the Museum built, and earning some bells to get you caught up!” She offered as she handed another tent to me and some wooden tools to get me started. Isabelle explained that more tools can be built by using natural resources here on the island, and that by planting more of our native fruit, the orange, I can easily rack up some bells to upgrade my tent into a home. She also offered a piece of advice, that successful islands have Lily of the Valley’s growing on them once having reached a five star rating from residents and travelers alike. I thanked her for her time and set out to start my island life.


2 months later

“Hey honey!

I hope it’s been a smooth transition into island life. Me and the dogs miss you so much! The other day I found Dani curled up in your bed. Nothing new has really happened since you’ve been gone, besides taking care of the dogs and house, my life has been missing your sparkle. Anyways, I sent along some sweaters for when the nights get cold, and one of the art pieces I had been working on to fill my free time! I love you so much and I know you are stepping up into this role nicely, it has always been in your blood to be a leader.”

I smile down at the paper before folding it up and putting it in a shoe box I have in my room before heading out into the stormy afternoon, yes I said room. A lot has changed the past couple weeks here at Seychelles. The museum is an actual building now, with residents being able to contribute bugs, fish, and artwork. My tent has gone from only being able to accommodate a cot and a lamp to a two story building. While it is still small, I am able to separate my bedroom from my living room. Also! Eight more residents have joined our small island to make it more of a home. Everyone has been loving it so far, and they’ve been extremely helpful when it comes to tasks such as caring for our community garden, donating bells for projects, and providing new insights as to what could be added to our community. The Nook’s shop has been upgraded to include a wider selection of goods, which has been useful in decorating both my home and the island itself. Additionally, a dog called K.K. Slider has started performing here on Saturday nights, which has been an amazing way to bring the community together.

“Heya cousin, wanna take a look at what art I have in stock currently. You’ll get a niicceee family discount.” Chuckles a sly fox from the shadows of a tree. “Uhhh I am good at the moment, but thanks.” I say as I start backing up to my house, hand covering the opening to my purse. “I see… You city folk think you’re too good for art created by local artists huh, everything has to be designer or some big name artist in order for you to purchase it, eh?” He says, leaning on the tree. City folk?! Where does this guy get the impression that I’m a trust fund baby?! I laugh and shake my head at him, “You have no idea who I am, or where I am from.” “Then walk with me and tell me.” He says as he starts to head towards a small ship in the distance. “Sure, I guess.” I said as I thought What do I have to lose? I explained to him the story of my childhood, single mother who raised me in rural Vermont and all, which, unsurprisingly, he had never heard of a “Vermont” before. We enter his ship and I gasp in awe of the beautiful art that stood before me. Noticing a huge statue of a frowning head, I thought that that would be a nice addition to the forest section of the island. “Sir, how much for that one?” I ask pointing at it. “The names Redd, and that will run you about 4,570 bells, a sweet deal for a piece like that.” Handing over the bells, he informs me it will be shipped out tomorrow. After saying my goodbyes, I do a sweep of the island. It really had come together nicely, going from a space that was nearly flat, to having rolling hills and babbling streams that cut through different sections of the island. To the left we had a nutrient pack farm, with a community garden and greenhouse. We also had both of our shops placed there as well, and an outdoor screening area for weekly movies in the summer. On the right, our museum stood tall, with a lovely seating area outside, filled with plenty of rare flowers and statues, and our solar panels (as the building is sustainable). We had an enchanted forest in the bottom right corner, completed with glowing moss, a fire pit, and plenty of mushrooms. Feeling accomplished, I called it a day and headed in for an early bedtime as I had to wake up early the next day to work on the construction of a new ramp and catch some time sensitive fish and bugs to aid in the completion of the museum.

The next day…
After having spoken to Nook about the construction of the natural ramp and setting it up for construction, I decided to take a walk around the island to start my task of catching at least one new creature today. While going up to the west side of the island, a little beam of light hit my eyes. Perplexed, I headed over in that direction, only to see a new flower had sprouted up. I dug it up, placed it in my pockets, and headed off to the Town Hall, abandoning my previous task. “Hey, um, Isabelle? What is this unusual flower I found out by the cliffs?” Turning around with a smile, she said, “I waited to tell you.. CONGRATS! Our island has finally hit five stars due to all of your help around the island. Your constant work ethic has improved this place so much and has made it home to many.” Feeling fulfilled, I wrap her and Nook in my arms and thank them so much for everything, and for giving me the opportunity to be their island representative. “Actually… that’s not all.” Says a familiar voice from behind me. Instantly filled with nostalgia and warmth, I could recognize that honey-like voice from anywhere. “Mom!” I say as a whip around and throw myself into her arms. “Surprise sweetie! I thought I would pay a visit into the wild world that you’ve been living in for the past couple of months. Isabelle here told me how hard you’ve been working, and told me when you should expect to earn your Lily of the Valley.” I couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes as I just squeezed her as tight as I could, with a feeling that this was my new permanent home now. I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but when I first moved here I had my reservations about the place and about my decision. I had created a plan to move home in case things ever got out of hand for me, since I was looking for a relaxing life, not a demanding one. However, after being a part of this island 24/7 for almost 100 days, the place has grown on me. While there are daily tasks that I complete, I have the remainder of my day to do whatever I please. Whether that’s getting to know those that also share this island with me, sprucing up a new area, or traveling to nearby islands to scope out any new wares and be able to have more access to resources, it’s safe to say that I have never been more proud to call Seychelles my home.
 
for my story I’ve wrote about Cole the rabbit. I call it…
This was supposed to be another good night of sleep for Cole the rabbit. But he heard a loud BANG! from outside. He was filled with dread when he saw his favorite night light off. The power was knocked out so everything from lighting, TV and air conditioning were off. Cole was grumbling at the thought of no air conditioning with how hot this summer has been. To him there’s nothing better than sleeping all day with nice cool air. He just wanted some beauty sleep but I guess tonight’s the night where he gets up from his bed in the dead of night. Cole went outside not knowing where to go. Then he noticed a shadowy figure on top of a cliff next to a waterfall. Cole, being the very curious rabbit that he is, got a ladder from his storage and used it to climb the cliffs until he got on the top of the waterfall. When he got a good look, he could tell that the shadowy figure is an older looking man wearing a wizard outfit and right next to him is a cauldron that’s bubbling and boiling. Cole approached this man and startled him by asking, “Excuse me but was that you making all that noise? I’m trying to get my usual beauty sleep that I love to have every day. Sorry that this is how we forget meet but can you please quiet down?” The old wizard angrily stared at Cole and yelled out “You fool! Can’t you see I’m doing some very special work here? All was going fine until I messed up and now everything is ruined! I’m aware that the power is dead and I apologize for all of that but what I’m doing is far more important than you getting your daily dose of laziness. You know what? Since you’re here, you can do me a favor and if you say no to me, I won’t be afraid to turn you into a frog that people can catch! I’ll also give you coal.” As soon as Cole heard he’ll be getting coal if he doesn’t help this wizard, he was panicking at the thought of that happening. “Forget all about being a frog.” He thought. “Anything but coal for me. If there’s anything that will actually make me do something, it’s this” Immediately he told the Wizard that he’ll do anything for him now. Well I guess Cole can forget about getting his well deserved sleep. The wizard laughed and began telling Cole what he’d like to do for him. “I’m happy to see you be eager to help an old man out. I’m trying to make a powerful brew with my caldron here. I have a plentiful amount of the Ingredients I need except for one that is exceptionally rare. I was lucky enough myself I’ve gotten one in the first place. It’s tears. And not just any tears but tears from one of the most poisonous frogs in the world. The frog’s distinct feature is that it’s literally gold and so when it cries, it’s tears are gold as well. About a tiny amount should do.” Cole was very frustrated with being in charge of looking for this rare ingredient and asked the wizard how in the world would he be able to find tears of a golden frog? The wizard then yelled at him. “I don’t care what you have to do to obtain them! Buy them from the internet, somehow get a wish for anything or scour the entire earth. Just get me what I need! And if you’re curious as to what I’m making, my lips are sealed until you bring me the golden tears and I manage to successfully make what I want. Now go on and get!” Seems like Cole won’t be doing his usual routine of being lazy. Anything to get things back to normal. Even though it was the dead of night, Cole headed to Nook’s Cranny. He banged on the door very hard and soon after Timmy went outside. “Yes, can’t you see we’re closed?” Timmy said. “Me and my brother are trying to sleep after long hours of work and now there’s no power. What brings you here to bang on our door like it’s the fireworks festival?” Cole explained everything to Timmy and he responded, “I see. Well unfortunately we don’t stock any of that here in this humble store but I do know someone who could help with what you’re looking for. He loves to collect strange and exotic items for his collection. He’s in desperate times recently and has been parting some of his stuff for a good amount of bells. Fair warning, he resides in the big city so you’ll have to take the bus there. He’s in this dingy alley.” Cole thanked him for all the info and Timmy immediately slammed the door shut. Again, this was supposed to be another usual night of sleep but Cole may as well tour the world now looking for this magic golden toad. But as Timmy’s info was his only lead, Cole headed to the bus stop. Wasn’t long until a bus rolled in. Cole paid his fare and rode the bus to the big city. After several stops, the bus finally reached the destination Cole wanted so he stepped out and now he is in this maze of the big city. Searching for a dingy looking alley, Cole wandered the area, taking in the strange sights along the way like a rat family carrying a pizza box, seven live gnomes lining up at this shop that looks like it sells weird spells, grimoires and all that stuff. Finally, Cole found an alley that looked dingy enough to be the place. As he stepped into it, he felt the most dread he had since this mess started. Tiptoeing through the alley, Cole finally met someone. This must be the collector as he was completely surrounded by a pile of fancy, shiny objects. Cole asked about the golden frog tears and the collector nodded. He held out his hand. Seems like he wants payment. Cole gave him bags full of bells and before he knew it, he got a bottle of golden frog tears. As Cole was exiting from the alley thinking this was going to be over soon. A stranger ran by him very fast and snatched his bottle. Even though Cole loves sleep so much, he couldn’t let this thief run away. Not when the end is so close. As fast as he could, he gave chase hopping over cars and small fences. Cole never had to run this much in this life. Just as he was getting to the point of exhaustion, Cole brought down the thief. Cole told the thief, “Sorry it has come to this, but I really need this. I forgive you though and here’s a bag of chips I saved for a snack as apologies. Enjoy the rest of your night.” Cole scurried to the bus stop just in time to head back home.

Once he was back in town he went to the top of the waterfall and proudly declared to the wizard that he has gotten the golden frog tears. “I’ve ran into some trouble but if you ask me, MAYBE it was a piece of cake and speaking of, after all this I deserve to eat a piece of cake.” The wizard happily said, “Good work rabbit. I knew you could do it. The power came back on while you were away and I learned how to make my special brew without blowing everything up. You can forget what I said about turning you into a frog and giving you coal. Now witness my most amazing creation! Wait where are you going?” Cole stopped caring as soon as he heard the power is back and scurried back to his home sweet home. It didn’t matter if this brew would make him the most strongest, smartest, perfect thing in the world. To him, he’d never give up his routine of eating his favorite food, laziness and beauty sleep each day. Cole laid on his bed knowing things are ok again. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
 
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