Mike had been walking for about 4 hours now. He could see Wingston off in the distance and a forest up ahead. He checked his map. The forest was called " The Sleeping Oaks". Now he was in a huge meadow. Just walking, walking, and walking.
There was no creatures in sight which meant no action and more boredom. Mike thought he saw a griffin flying way up in thesky once. He had fought a griffin before and almost died but If a griffin whent up against a dragon the dragon would kill
/the
griffin almost immediatly. He was getting closer to the forest now and the sun seemed like it was setting. He decided to set up camp right outside the edge of the forest. He didn't want to sleep in the forest for some odd reason. It was probably because
/the name gave him a suspicious feeling. He pulled out a small box of " Phoenix wings" that he ordered to go from the Miss Bliss Diner. They weren't actually Phoenix wings. They just called it that because they werereally spicy. He ate
one
/wing and decided to save the other wings for the rest of his journey. He took a sip of water from his canteen and fell asleep on the soft grass of the meadow. He woke up at dawn and skipped breakfast. Instead he continued on his quest. In the meadow
/it
was very sunny and bright ,but when he entered the forest it immediatly turned dark. It was very quiet. No birds. No animals. No nothing . He unsheathed his sword and slowly walked through the forest. Mikethought he heard a rustle in the bushes,
/but he ignored it. He kept walking. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a figure jump form one tree to another, thendisappear. Elves maybe. Could it be dryads?Mike thought. Suddenly, an arrow flew at him quickly. He
dodged it and Mike saw the figure swiftly jump behind him into a tree and aim at his back. The arrow hit him before he could react and left a stinging pain. Definetly elves. They always have bows. Mike thought. He pulled out the arrow and
began
to run down the path he took through the forest. The elf fired at him many other times. Another arrow hit right below his iron shoulder pad. He pulled it out and continued running. Good thing I brought bandages. he thought. He could see the
/light
at the end of the path. The elf stopped following him, knowing that Mike was about to leave their territory. Now he knew why they called it the Sleeping 's so quiet. He couldn't even hear the creature when it came up to attack.
Finally
he reached the end of the forest. He came into the sunlight and saw a river in front of him. The water was sparkling with many fish in it. He cringed. His wounds. He sat on the edge of the river and splashed some water on the cut that the arrows had
/left.
He reached into his bag to get the bandages and looked back at the wound. " What the devil?" He said, confused. The wound was healing by itself!He looked at his map. The river wasn't marked on it. He took out his ink and pen and drew a line to
represent the river.
/That meant Mike could name the river since he was first to discover it. That map he had was used all over the world for travel. Gleaming Creek. That's what I'll name it.Mike thought. He wrote the words above the line he had drew outside
of The Sleeping Oaks. He put the map, pen and ink, and his bandages up in his bag. Just before he left he filled his canteen with some of the magical water to use for later. " How the devil am I going to get over this river though," Mike said aloud.
/He could swim through but who knew what was in the water. Therewere all types of river dragons that could blend in with the river bed. He decided to make a jump for it. He backed up as far as he could then ran, holding tightly on to his belongings.
/He jumped. Mike Grabbedon to the other side of the river bank as his right foot dipped into the water. Mike climbed up and shook his foot around to get some of the water off. Then he continued on his journey.
