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Story-telling Game!

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Feeling responsible for the mess they were in due to her impulsive assurances that they would find their way to the pass and from there back to the high road without the appropriate gear, she now wanted desperately to be the one to save them from their predicament. Was her desperation clouding her judgement, she wondered? Had Sam been right not to trust the stranger they had run into on the day their provisions ran out? It had been Sam's sense of danger that had made them choose not to follow, despite the stranger's promises of warm beds, a hot meal, and a guide back to the high road. To Marie, the stranger had seemed like an angel sent to save them from a dreadful fate, but Sam vehemently disagreed, and though they might bicker, she usually followed her older brother's advice, in the end.
 
Lost in thought she didn't notice a silhouette moving just out of her field of view, but when it accidentally stepped on a dry stick, it cracked with a loud noise and got Marie's attention. She felt a fear, and panic was slowly rising inside of her. She was lost. "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die", nothing but those thoughts was left in her mind. She trued to calm down a bit and picked up a long branch that had fallen down during the night storm. She stood trembling, ready to protect herself.
 
Alone, Marie felt desperately alone. Sam and Benjamin had gone off to check out the abandoned tents she had located. They had been gone too long now, the feelings of loneliness overcoming her soul. Isolated in this god-forsaken hell hole. Would they return, would her brother and his best friend ever come back. Marie sat and cradled herself as she sat cross legged waiting for their safe return.
 
She was losing the will to move on, the will to go on. She sat waiting for the beast to come for her, for the silhouette to attack her. After a few minutes a rabbit jumped out of the bush. Marie was going crazy from hunger, and her first thought upon seeing the rabit was "MEAT!". She picked up a nearby rock and held it tight in her hand, nervously shaking. She threw the rock whilst jumping at the rabbit, and the shocked animal got hit by the rock, tried to jump away but got crushed by Marie jumping at it. Marie felt like a beast, blood on her dirty ragged clothes, huge adrenaline boost and the hunger. She felt like a wild animal.

She sat up with the dead rabbits body in her hand and a wild thought came to her mind: "The beast chasing me wasn't hiding in the bush, it was hiding deep inside me..."
 
She shook her head to clear it, looked again at her hands and shook it again. The rabbit wasn't there, just a few scratches from the rocks and thorns and a good bit of mud. Was it hunger making her imagine things? Or was there something else going on in this forest? She'd wanted so much for the abandoned camp to be a sign they were on the right path, that she hadn't mentioned to Sam and Benjamin the eerie voice she had heard whispering from behind one of the tents. She had circled around the campsite to get a look from a safe vantage point, but had found no one. Now, as she waited for them to return, she wished fervently that she'd said something.
 
Meanwhile Sam and Benjamin were observing the camp from a distance. Six brown tents were weathered and broken. Vines had begun to weave their way through the collapsing shelters. A Seventh tent stood firmly upright.
 
They slowly sneaked through the bushes to the camp, hoping to find any sign of life. After what seemed like an eternity of sneaking they came close to the tent. Sam picked up a few small stones and threw a few towards the tents. As the rocks hit their targets, they made quite a lot of noise, alerting whatever was in that tent. Soon enough someone came out of the tent.
 
Someone....or was it something? The shadow of the trees made it hard to see and it seemed like the wind was whispering in their ears, distracting them, talking to them, beckoning them - where to? They were getting confused and the shape emerging from the tent was so very difficult to discern.
 
A bulky figure emerged from the tent and quickly sneaked behind it. While watching the unknown figure, they heard something in the bushes behind them, Maria emerged from the bushes, covered in scratches and bruises from the travel. She sure had a hard time dealing with panic!
 
She was shaking from panic as much as cold, and looked ready to call out to them, but Benjamin made frantic gestures to her to be quiet and the three travelers stood rooted to the spot, hardly daring to breathe as their attention focused on the figure in the shadows behind the tent. Their own breathing sounded abnormally loud in their ears as their heightened senses strained for news, anything to go on to tell them whether the figure was friend or foe. After what seemed an eternity of waiting, but may have been only a minute or two, they heard the last sound on earth they expected to hear: a deep, amused chuckle. At almost the same moment, a flash of bright blue and gold parted the gloom as a magnificent bird the size of a raven swept into the air directly above the back of the tent.
 
The strange figure extended and arm, and promptly the bird landed on it. The travelers in the bushes watched incredulous, looked at each other, wondering whether to disturb the peace of the lone figure and the bird. Although the fright of the unexpected had been holding them back, Benjamin found himself consumed with curiosity.
 
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