With my weather ball gone, it felt like a part of me had been ripped away. I had nothing still with me that was formally familiar. Now I had a true treasure to search for, one that I knew I absolutely had to find. It wasn't just about the villagers now, I was a part of it. It felt like my search had more of a purpose, kind of like it was meant to happen. I knew one thing for sure, and that was that I was not coming back without it.
I sat there on the ground for what seemed like forever, lost in my mind, thinking what could have happened if I had moved a little sooner. I had no idea who the stranger was, but something about it seemed really familiar. I tried to remember what it had said. I know it whispered something to me, and I strained my brain to remember those words. And slowly, one by one they came to me. "You can't win you silly little girl."

"You can't win." I said out loud, repeating what he had said. "You silly little girl.you silly. little. girl." "You silly little girl." I had heard those words before. Someone had said them to me. I knew they had sounded familiar to me. I didn't remember anyone recently saying those words out loud to me. "Maybe a dream?" I said to myself. "A dream! That's it! The dream I had!" Quickly the events of the night that I had come into this land flooded back into my head. I remembered the weather ball, and the noise it had made. I also remembered that I was having a dream when I woke up. And someone in the dream said those words to me. "Could it have been the same person?" I said to myself. I stared at the ground to try to string my thoughts together. There was some sort of puzzle, some sort of clue here I wasn't getting. I didn't know enough. I needed more. "Wait.didn't Daeloneil say there would be some soft of path for me or something once I got over the mountain? Maybe I can get some answers if I finish the first trial." I thought to myself, and got up off the ground. I really hoped that that thing wouldn't come back, and glanced around nervously. It was still quiet, but this time the quietness seemed to comfort me a little. I walked out of the clearing and looked up at the sky. It looked about five o'clock. I decided to continue to trek up the mountain. It looked like I was about one third up the way. With a heavy sigh, I picked up my feet and continued up the mountain.
By about eight o'clock, I was dead on my feet. I had never been so tired. I found a stream, and collapsed on the bank. I laid there for a few minutes, and listened to the trickle of the water. It was an extremely soothing sound, and before I could stop myself I had fallen asleep.

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