Desmond was getting closer, he could smell her. Bloody teenagers with their perfumes. He wasnt even sure if it was the fruit he was smelling or her. Apples...interesting. As they walked, he wasnt even sure if they get her to come along with them. Oh, whats this? She had some kind of...powers? Phew, he wiped his forehead. I could force her to teleport me back to the cirque so we dont have to walk. I bet my men would like that.

She had been walking awhile and her clothes, like she had perdicted, were dirty again. She didnt even want to bother cleaning them. As well was her hair, so frizzy. Her face was once again caked with dirt because...she chickened out when she had heard a chimpmunk in the trees and dove down. Landing face first...

She had found a little crevace and almost screamed. She ran, dropping her pack and jumped in, lusting for clean water, only to scream with pain. The water was up to her knees.

"Oh my gawsh!" She cursed her stupidity. Her foot was stuck. As she rooled her pant leg up and rested the other foot on the rocks, she tried and pulled. "AHHHHHHH!" She cried out, pulling and screaming in pain at the same time.

Desmonds eye twitched as Shayy screamed. so close. so close...

He motioned for his men to follow him and they started running.

"HELP!" He heard her desperately cry out.

"Perfect." He smiled, baring his teeth as he looked down at her. He was looking down at her. Shayy ceased her crying, and gulped.

"W-Who are you?"

"Desmond tiny, at your service, now you seem to be in some need of help am I correct?" He talked with mystery. The rest of his little people surrounded him in the back.

"Y-yes..." She looked down. She didnt want to be rude.

"Men, down." She looked around her as the little people started working on freeing her leg, climbing down into the crevace.

The sky was dark and the weather was crappy. A Brown haired boy throwing his hood over his head leaving his bangs sticking out. With his crossbow in hand and his hunt for the night in the other you could tell his sole prupose; hunting. He liked to toy with people, figure them out before he had any encounters with them. He cared alot what people thought about him, thats what made his friendships weak. But the single person who stuck with him in the end slouched beside him, hands in pockets as they silently tredged back towards their tent.

"Nice shot Darren, you killed it with one arrow." The green boy announced, clasping his friend on the shoulder. His whole entire body was covered in shiny green scaled, thats what made him so unique; he was a snake boy.

Darren took one long silent glance at Evras hand upon his shoulder, making the self concious him retract his friendly hand.

"Ive had better," He mumbled in a husy voice.

As they stepped through the tent opening, the strong aroma of strong smelling spices filled their nostrils. The tent was a cozy little thing, it had a bunk bed to the left, a love seat to the right and Darrens favourite arm chair in the back. A single chandelier hung from the tent ceiling.

Collapsing in his armchair, Darren closed his eyes.

"You sleeping man?" Evra chuckled.

"Naw, just resting my eyes." Without permission, he narrowed his eyes and the chadeliers lights went out. It wasnt an electircal problem, it wasnt magic either. Some people didnt have that luxury. He had to lean over and unlit whatever he had on like a normal human..but Darren had already mastered that.

Darren had just about reached a dead sleep when giggled outside interrupted his dream.

"God damn kids, cant their parents control them?" Darren mumbled to know one inparticular, rubbing his eyes harshly as he did so. He tried to close his eyes but cringed as the giggling came again. He was about to get up but then the giggling ceased immediately, and he felt as if his work was done and drifted into an undisturbed sleep once more.