I could see nothing but dirt, trees, and old stone buildings that could be torn down with the breath of the wind, and yet there were people. Not people from these…what-ever-you-call-it, but people from the real world. Out side of this made up fantasy world that I now live in. Did I find a way out? Is this a trap? Will they kill me with one glance? Who knows. I took my little pocket knife out, but it was hidden in my cloak of leaves.
“Hello? Can someone help me?” I screech. I hadn’t had water in forever, and I hadn’t talked in forever. My voice was nothing but a whisper. “Please, someone? Get me out of here!”
“Stop talking, you sound like a beggar,” someone snapped.
“Excuse me? How dare you!” my voice started to come back to life.
“Why do you look like a tree’s trash bag?” someone else passed me.
“This is what I’m trying to tell you! If you would just shut your mouth and listen…” I know the test: the last part was to see what I could do with the worst bag ever. This one was to stay calm when everyone around me was judging me.
“Um…hello earth to ugly.” he laughed then left
My fists started to clench, but I had to pass this. I want going to lose just because I can’t keep my cool.
I walked. Trying to hum to a song that wasn’t playing to keep out the horrible things that were around me. Monsters you could say. I had to get out, I had to find a way out. The last test I spent 3 days on. This one had to be one day or I would fail. I knew this test, my father had to take this test before he left. He failed, and I couldn’t.
ANOTHER WARNING! If you have not read the rest of this series I recommend you do so!!!!
From the slits of my eyes I could see the sun blaring from the horizon. I had survived one night with no interaction whatsoever in the hardest test ever. I then sat up with force, looking for my bag; if no one had taken my life they would have taken my bag. Thankfully I found it right where I left it, it wasn’t too late in the day but I knew people would come looking for there next kill.
When I stood up, I was looking for a good place to “hide” so I could put together my camouflage for this event. In the distance, just where my vision went fuzzy, I saw a big huge shadow. The thickest wood you could find; I just knew someone or something would be waiting for me, but it was better then standing in the plain of day. I took off, but not running. I didn’t want to waste my energy for what I knew was to come.
The center of the thick wood was like a maze; one way this way, another way that way, but it was good enough for me. I found a random tree to climb and gather leaves while I did this, and this was was a good one. Dead leaves hung from the branches like a baby tooth does when it wants to come out. While the live leaves were feeling deaths icy grip, waiting for the suffering to be over. One by one I carefully and quietly pulled one leave after another off the tree and glued it onto my clothing. When I had finished I looked like some creep hiding in the bushes wait to scare you.
I climbed down from the tree and went walking on. I had too, this was not the only place we had to live through; there is always a secret way to get out of this death trap. Low and behold, here it was.