Stories and Diary Entries of The Lost.
Don't Eat Others Pets.
Aren O'Rieal
For as long as I remember I have always lived in the same Biome. A dessert village is where I hail from. A bit over a month ago I left my village to branch out, be my own person. I packed up a weeks worth of food, a wooden sword, an axe, a hoe and a handful of seeds. As the things disappeared into my pack I was giddy with excitement to be going on my first adventure.
'Wow,' I murmur to myself 'two Biomes away, never been this far.' Taking note of the position of the sun in the sky the realization I have to make shelter set in. I dug a hole in the ground and searched my pack for my torches. My heart sank, I had forgotten them. A sigh escaped my lips as I sealed myself into the dark for the night.
Personally I don't mind the dark, but something about the darkness underground is just on a whole different level. They say it makes you go a little crazy. I was half dozing, not sleeping because I just can't seem to sleep with out my bed. That's when the whispering began filtering through the dirt. At first I thought it was a simple spider camping out above me. I couldn't have been further from the truth.
Nothing about the whispering sounded like a spider once I focused on it. I could barely hear it making out only a few words hat sounded like 'Watching you…..Territory….soul…..sacrificial' and other creepy things I thought maybe the dark was getting to me. Something I heard made me freeze with fear. Never have I felt the true cold fingers of terror wrap themselves around my innards. I grew up sheltered, we had a golem to keep us safe.
'Come to us so we may use you as our play toy.' then fading witches laughter.
Quickly the darkness fell to silence. I broke the dirt above me, the sun was just rising. I noped right out of that hole and dashed off as far as I could without looking where I was going.
When I finally stopped my hunger was so strong I could feel my life leeching away. I sat on a ledge, pull out some of my provisions. A hearty breakfast my mom Pam made for me. In it was cooked pork chop, toast, fried egg, potato cakes and my favorite juice strawberry. I am going to miss her cooking so very much.
Once I was satiated, the task of gathering supplies was on my check list. I decided to go about this task while searching for a lovely play to set up my new home. Stone wood wild foods and other supplies made their was into my pack as I wondered on in search of my perfect area. I found what I thought to be the perfect spot.
I got a nice decent home set up. First few weeks leaned to the a bit scary side and the slimes where a bit of a problem. I chose to make my home across the rive from a swamp on the bank of a silver wood forest. I figured swamps tended to be good for food scavenging and the silver wood forest is a sight to behold with the calming pale colors and sparkling glowing flowers. I have started to believe no matter how pretty something is, it can still be absolutely terrifying.
It was the toads first. While gathering mushrooms, seaweed, and tree produce; I noticed a toad. Yep a whole single scary toad. I ignored it, I mean I am in a swamp. Its croaking following me as I gather. Within a few hours there had to be at least six or 8 toads. There where still so many things I had left to do, gather wood, water, catch a chicken or two….I got frustrated and killed like four or five of the toads. So frog legs where for dinner, thankfully I had found some lemons and pepper pods during the days scavenge. They where good.
It was that night the zombies began banging at my door till morning came. I started hearing witch laughter on my daily excursions to gather more supplies. The banging at the door lasted a couple of weeks before I made the choice to make a tree house in the tree next to my very first home. I should still note that the zombies are still banging on the door even though I am not long in the house. The good news is I don't have to see them and they are not as loud. The bad news, the owls moved into the limbs around my house.
Usually owls are pretty cool. Not these ones. Nope. They whisper in a language I do not understand. Last night one brought me a note and another brought a basket. The note had this messages scrawled on it. 'Last 25 hours. ENJOY.' I stared at the note not quite processing what it meant and placed the package of food drinks and potions in my chest. I went about my nightly ritual and crawled into bed. That's when the scratching started, why I chose to write this. I am terrified. I can't leave zombies everywhere. My weapons and armor are in the chest. The very chest the scratching is coming from. I hear witches laughing now. If you find this RUN. Don't kill the toads. I think I ate a Witches familiar. Guess that was a bad idea.
Run and don't look back.
- Aren O'rieal
Age 15 yr.