Hi guys! Its TheWriter237 again, and we're back! I realized that the once every week was too long, so I'll probably upload a chapter on Saturdays and sometime in the week, though I'm not one that keeps time for things so you may get a chapter a bit early.
I'm also starting a Minecraft series and will get started on terraria, and maybe some other really good games so make sure to check out my profile to see all my stories. I'm also going to make these into seasons, as you may have guessed because of the number near the title. Seasons will most likely be from 10 to 20 chapters (prologues don't count.).

Here's the story, and as always, follow, favorite, and review!

So yeah, the fire, the monster, and the second blackout. Yeah.

I woke up as soon as the campfire turned into ash. I was still on the savanna, but my savior wasn't in sight. There seemed to be a bandage made of honey and some grass stuck to my wounds, and surprisingly, it actually helped with the pain.

I tried to sit up, but that didn't really work out well. I still had some pain on my lower back and the skin on my stomach. So basically, I was stuck.

While I was waiting for the person to come back, I thought about what happened the night before. I remembered the strange sounds, the scratches, and... how the cuts appeared but nothing felt like it was touching my skin. I named it the 'Night Monster' (honestly, I couldn't really think, and it was simple...) and kept on waiting for a sign of the person coming.

In the time of about two hours, I heard the stamping of feet from the meadow I came from. I had recovered enough to walk short distances and stood up to see her better. She was a girl of about thirteen, with blond hair, pale skin, and a red flower in her hair, and she had a white blouse and a red skirt. But that wasn't the strange part. The flower was glowing with a strange aura. Yeah... Anyway, she walked up back here and saw me standing near the ashes of the campfire (honestly, I collected most of the ashes and stored them in my pocket. I thought it may become useful.)

"So you finally woke up, huh? You're the one who picked the meadow clean, right?" she said.

"I'd rather know the name of the person interrogating me before we start?"

She glared at me, and I could tell how she was feeling. She sort of hated me but I was the only other person here. Not for long.

As soon as she told me her name was Wendy, two more people came crashing into the small camp. One was a man in his mid-twenties with black hair with three pointy tips, a red blouse, long gloves and black pants. The 'girl' with him was about twenty as well, with a red blouse and a black skirt with black leggings.

Why are they running? If they're running from something, then what are they running from?

My question was answered too soon.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm writing a lot and there is also something called suspense... The next chapter will probably be written today.

TheWriter237 signing out.