I hated the man with the golden wings.
I know, I know. That's not something you hear every day. (Well, Technically you're reading this.) But honestly, I did. I was sweating down here, and honestly, I had no idea where I was. Plus, I was off to complete an impossible task. It's nighttime, and I've already set up camp, so right now I'm writing before they arrive.
Who's they, you might ask? Honestly, I have no idea. Because he told me nothing. All he said to me was "You're the chosen one, blah blah blah, here's some stuff, go save my brother."
Okay, maybe those weren't the exact words he used, but honestly, I lost it at "Chrissi, you're the chosen one."
Chosen for what? Saving this dude's brother? Whopee. Fun task. I have no idea why he can't do it himself. I mean, I asked him and all, but all he said was "I'm not compatible." What the heck is that supposed to mean? Apparently I'm the only one who is compatible. With what? Maybe the BURNING HEAT. Okay, slight exaggeration. It's only about 90 or so degrees outside right now. But it's nighttime. And it's still that hot out. Crazy.
This stuff hasn't been coming in handy. I have some-let's see here-Salt-I guess that's to keep me warm, though I don't see why I'd need to keep warm down here-there's some evaporated water or something, I don't know, I tried to drink it earlier and it tasted AWFUL. Uh, I've got a shotgun. ONLY thing that's come in handy. Let's see, a needle (?) and a pen (?) and also a golden necklace with some weird head on it. And, uh, someone's left shoe? Certainly not mine. Maybe it's the brother's. Also, a slice of cherry pie. Mr. Golden wings didn't bother explaining ANYTHING down here. Also a sheet of paper with some writing in another language. Too bad I only speak English.
Oh God, I think they're coming. Mr. Golden wings warned me about them. Too bad he didn't tell me who them are. Oh Well. Time to fight.
This is Chrissi, signing off for now.