Disclaimer: I don't own the LOK people, blah balah blah.
Sorry this was a long time comming, but with exams and whatnot, it's been hard to get the time to write this sort of thing. Anyway, here it is.
PS. For continuity's sake, just pretend the brothers are more human like (no cloven hands, feet, ect)
Chapter 2 – the D of E team turns up.
As the group of five youngsters wandered onto the campsite, one of their number, Rachel, threw herself on the ground, exhausted from a day's walking.
"C'mon Rachel, get up." said Liz, "We need to put the tents up, and if you don't help the team could lose points." So with a dejected groan, Rachel pulled off the massive bag she had been carrying all day, hauled herself off the ground, and went to put up the tents.
After putting up the tents with relative ease (and under the scrutinous gaze of the invigilator), the five members of the D of E team could relax, eat, whatever… Rachel pulled a small drawing pad and pencil out of her bag and drew some of the local plant life for her art project. While she was sitting on the grassy knoll near the edge of the camping site doing a detailed drawing of a foxglove, she noticed something very odd about the other tents. They looked just like ordinary camping tents, but something just didn't seem right about them. She was getting some very strange vibes from the tree tents over by the tree line; or rather, some very strange vibes from whoever was inside them.
She considered for a moment going to have a peek inside the tents with the strange vibes, but disregarded the thought instantly, as it was very rude to go snooping around the tents of some strangers. So she resigned herself to be content with waiting until the occupants came out, and seeing what they were like then.
Dusk came quickly, the sky awash with brilliant hues of red and orange. Rachel loved this time of year, not only from the point of view that it was fun to kick through the fallen autumn leaves, but also from an artist's point of view. Putting away her pencil and drawing pad, she looked up at the sky and thought to herself, "What a wonderful water colour that would make." But almost as soon as this thought had entered her head, a voice behind her said, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Rachel spun around at the sound of this man's voice, and looked up to see a tall man dressed mainly in black with a large over coat the colour of dark green ivy leaves. Politely, she replied, "Yes, it is... I was just thinking of a water colour painting I could do with the trees silhouetted against the sunset in the background."
"An artist, are you?" the man enquired.
"Of sorts, yes." Rachel repied. "I'm studying A level art in school."
"Really?"
"Yes."
For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them.
"Where are my manners?" the man said, suddenly breaking the silence, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Turel."
"Um...Nice to meet you, Turel. I'm Rachel." Abruptly, they were interrupted when Katrina (another of the DoE team) ran up to Rachel and commented that as it was starting to get dark, so she had better come and have some food. As the two girls walked away from Turel, back to their group of tents, Rachel looked over her shoulder at him and noticed that he was standing in the shadow of a nearby tree, so that the oblique rays of the setting sun could not touch him. For some reason, she knew this fact had some kind of importance, but didn't know why.
"Aren't you hungry, Rach?" Katrina asked,"I had my food hours ago." Suddenly breaking her train of thought, Rachel replied vaguely, "Yeah, kind of."
There you are, chapter 2 is finished. Wasn't particularly humerous, I know. Chapter 3 should be more interesting though! ;p