Quinn is rustling through the trees, when she hears voices traveling through the woods. She does not quite recognize the voices but she stops in her tracks. She looks up the tree she was standing near and tucks her two katanas into her side. She places her foot against the tree and grabs onto the bark. She pushes herself upward until she could reaches the closet branch. The voices appear out of nowhere and she then recognizes them. She rushes herself up the tree when five figures appear out of behind the trees.
Quinn moves around the tree as best as she could to hide herself from the people. The figures do not notice Quinn and keep moving through the forest.
"Are you sure we are going the right way," A male says. He was tall, very tall, and had brown hair. He seems to possess awkwardness about him but still appear to be strong and tough.
"Yes," a female says, her hair was long, dark, and flowing around her face, "I double checked this five times already. We are heading in the right direction." The sun is shining off her caramel skin making her glow.
"Well, you what to know what I think," another male says, he had a Mohawk, "I think we are lost, have been for probably the last five hours."
"I should have known better," Another female says, she was also a brunette as the other girl, but had lighter, paler skin, "Than to have you lead the way Emily, now we are lost."
"No we are not Spencer," the other female responds, "I told you it would take a few hours to get there, we just have to be patient."
"You said that about six hours ago," another different male says, he had tan skin as did the other female but his hair was way darker and richer than other of them. He is as tall as the other men in the group.
"Yes, I think it is time," the light skinned brunette female says, as she snatches a book away from the other woman, "to let me lead the way. And maybe we might actually get there."
"We will be lucky if we managed to even know where we are right now," says the tall man.
During this time, Quinn manages to get to near the top of the tree. She rests upon a branch, when a few fruit fall from the tree and hit the ground startling the group down below her.
"What was that?" one of the men asks.
"Maybe it was just an animal," the caramel brunette says, "like a snake or something."
"Yes," the other female brunette responds, "maybe it was an animal." She turns her attention back towards the book. She studies it for a few minutes while everyone else is standing around her.
"Here," she says at last, "we have to go through the desert and some mountains before we can to the land that holds the wishing jewels." The group all look at her, their attention fixed on her. "And it is this way," she points in the same direction that they were walking towards.
"See," the other female says, "I told you all that we were not getting lost."
"Well, luckily I took over before you got us to that point."
"So are they looking for the wishing jewels as well," Quinn says to herself. The female down below looks up at the trees.
"Did you hear something," she says. The others ignore her and continue walking.
A jacker lands on the back of Quinn's neck. She slaps at it as it flies away. Then another one lands on her neck and she slaps at it as it flies away. Then several more all come surrounding her with a couple of them stinging her. She lets out a faint shriek and the group below all stop in their tracks.
"Now I know that wasn't a snake," one of them says.
They look up and see a huge swarm of jackers in the tree. Quinn is trying hard to swap at them and get them to go away.
"What is that?" one of them asks. That's when Quinn tries to climb on the branch away from the jackers. They keep stinging her. She looks up and sees their nest.
The group below walks back to the tree.
"I think I see a girl up there," the dark hair guy says.
"What is she doing? Was she trying to spy on us?" The pale brunette says, "Hey, you girl!" She directs her words towards Quinn in the tree.
Quinn then takes out one of her katana and swaps at the nest until it broke loose and fell down to the ground. The jackers follow their beloved nest, leaving Quinn and going to the group.
Quinn hears the group screaming and shrieking as they flee the scene. The jackers follow them not too far behind. Quinn stays in the tree, the air in her lungs getting harder and harder to come out. She feels herself slipping off the branch. She tries hard to hold on tight but it is not long before she falls off the branch and lands onto the ground below her. She falls into a plush little area of moss and swamp water before she blacks out.