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It was a long and silent night. I couldn’t help but realize that, as the night progressed, my chances of survival were decreasing. I had intentionally come out to the forest to find some crowberry for my pet jackalope, Rufus; it was the time of season the berries were to be at their ripest point, but little had I known that it would arrive. It was a beast with teeth the size of rock, the head of a tiger, the body of a snake, the wings of a great eagle, and green, glowing eyes staring at you as if your death approached with every step it took. I was lucky to have survived, but my friend, Thomas, wasn’t. I had watched as the beast took Thomas away to its lair in the high peaks of Mount Atheodus, while I had to return to Rufus.
As the sun found its place in the sky, I set out to go home, heading north to the twin peaks where my tiny wooden cabin would be awaiting me in the middle of the peaks. As I strolled along in the forest, I had begun to map out my surroundings by naming the trees as I passed by. Go on straight till I meet Tim the tree, then turn right towards Wendy. Once I have successfully found Wendy, head out to James, who waits for me by the river.
Living in the forest my whole life, I had memorized where everything was, until I came across a daisy field with a …show more content…

I looked up to spot a centaur staring at me with its piercing, blue eyes. I hesitantly took the hand, regaining my balance as I stood up. I was able to take a good look at the centaur. She seemed to be a young thoroughbred, with a beautiful brown mane and a dun-coloured body. She started to stare at me until she pulled something out of her purple sack that I hadn’t noticed. Out came a golden sword with a flame at the mantle. I hesitantly took the sword from her and bowed to show my gratitude. She bowed as well before taking off south of where I was heading. I added the sword to my backpack and headed north towards the twin

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