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Hi! So I am posting a story one of my friends wrote. She is amazing at writing stories and we are both characters in this story. If you want to know more about our characters please message me! Thanks!!

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The Secret Crystal Caverns

Prologue:


Waking up to the loud noise of drilling is horrible. Especially on Mondays. A young girl, probably only fourteen, was stirring from her dream. Her emerald green eyes shone as she sat up and brushed her long, dirty blonde hair. She wore a blue sweatshirt and black leggings. For a T-shirt, she wore an ombre of sea cyan. She put on her favorite pair of combat boots and looked in the mirror.
Her freckles were dotted and lined her cheeks. She was a sight to see, but it was her personality that stood out. She poured herself a small bowl of cereal for breakfast and then went out. Outside was a work site, it was chaotic. She empties her pockets for money. Nothing. She had used the last of her piggy money.
She could’ve sworn a fly flew out of them. Her problem was she hired these men to hammer and dig on this spot on this mountain. Now her money was gone and she would have to do it herself. After she ran away it got harder to get money. She didn’t mind but she knew that the drilling had to be done. What mattered the most was what was underneath. Underneath the earth, something was calling her, singing her name. That, and she was a scientist. Best one in town. She knew more about the triangle being obtuse than the square himself. And that made it even harder for her to make friends.
“Miss Missy, I quit,” one of the southern workers said from behind her. She jumped and turned to face the worker. “It ain’t what it used to be.”
“Whut’ do yee’ mean?” She asked with an Irish brogue, even though she knew what was coming.
“Miss, no progress is a-coming and we ain't been paid yet, and you didn’t even tell us your real namesake,” he replied and went to pack up his bags.
“Me twice as much Ma'am,” a British fellow said behind him. “I can say it was jolly but now it is a lost cause.”
“Yeppers, you got it in for you,” another said. “Where's my check?” Grumblings from others near the site showed her that these men were not alone in their discomfort.
This happened several times with other workers and now she was the only one left. They were soon gone. Off to the trail to the nearest town. She turned back to her house and climbed the stairs to the roof. As she looked out to the surrounding forest, she turned back to the dig sight. The mountain was barren and it seemed lonely.
The only thing to comfort Missy was the fact that what was calling her home was this underground cavern. She had begun her digging because after researching it, this place was home to myths. So-called pixies, nymphs, gargoyles, and elves came out of the earth. In this very spot, the earth opened up and fairies, monsters, trolls, and centers exited their world. So why was it calling her here?
It was supposedly a gateway to a cavern and you could enter it but never come out. Missy didn’t believe that part but other people didn’t believe at all. This was why she had to make them feel. If not she would lose the last of her hope.
She turned her eyes to the clouds, watching them move. Refusing to let herself even glance backward. Stopping herself from any bitterness. She was an outcast, a lonely outcast. Nothing more.
As she was looking out her heart tugged towards the work site. She suddenly felt an unfamiliar wave of sadness. Her soul screamed at her to look. Missy ignored it and cried a single tear at the loss of her home. The tear slid down her cheek and dropped to the ground. Sliding down the hill until it reached a small dent in the ground.
That place glowed. Emotion filled her. Blinded by tears, now flowing from her eyes, she poured her sorrows into them. The more the salty sadness flowed the more it glowed. Finally, she stopped, went into her house, and slowly sobbed herself to sleep.


She woke up and changed out of her pajamas and expected to hear the motors of drills and the clacking of hammers, but it was soundless. She was still lonely but it was peaceful. She made eggs, toast, and orange juice for herself. Her clothes were all gray and blue, except her black jeans. She went outside and looked at the sun, slowly climbing over the horizon. It was dark and her eyes were still adjusting to the light.
That’s when she noticed it. Instead of rock and dirt, life was flowing out of the crevasses. Flowers, long grass, and moss. It was moist and not dry, unlike the area where the site started. The girl, Missy, was aghast. She had never seen anything like it.
Her gut told her that she was close to home but Missy refused to think that. After the loss, she guarded her heart against hurt. Missy stopped herself from staring at this marvel. Instead, she watered the flowers but other than that she never set foot in the garden.
Once, while watering, she began to think of all the reasons why she hadn’t told the workers her name. Because she didn’t know her name. As a child, no one knew her. And she was just like she was a kid when she appeared in town. Whenever Missy tried to think back to when she was a child everything became fuzzy. She stopped watering the flowers that day because they seemed fine on their own. More and more grew every day until it almost covered her whole house.
Missy’s troubles began once more and she found herself crying ‘till she passed out of exhaustion. Her hope to find a home was all but abandoned so she joined a lock pickers club. Soon, quick as a whip, she could make a lock fall before your eyes.
She was incredible. Missy would even lock her door so she could unlock it when she got home. Locks never failed her, except when she broke them. Several times she had to replace the lock on her safe because she had broken it. This continued every other Friday. Lock, unlock, repeat. It never failed and was very reliable. And before she knew it, she had locked her heart.
She now was happy for a while but it soon faded along with summer. The leaves fell like a frown turning. Her eyes almost always glistened with tears. She had never felt like giving up more.
Missy turned her eyes away from the sun, which was now running away from her sorrow. Like most things, they wanted to give her a hard time. The sky was darkening so it wouldn’t have to see her. But Missy hated the thought of going to bed so, she decided that if she couldn’t sleep she would walk. And she did. Walking around the garden she walked close to a rock and sat down. Then she brought out her metal suitcase full of colors and pencils and sketched.
She sat there painting until she heard a voice.
“Come home,” it whispered in her ear.
She was thrilled and paralyzed with fear, “Who are yee’?”
The voice sounded deep in her soul, “Come home.”
It wasn’t a question.
Without wanting it to happen, Missy closed her case and walked toward the middle of the flower bed. The closer she got the more and louder the voice got.
“Come, Elika,” it repeated.
She walked, and once she was in the middle of the garden nothing happened. She had lost all faith and now she was out of hope too. She cried once more and crumbled to the ground.
“Home….” the voice faded.
Missy got up and stood. She finally had enough and wasn’t wanting to try anymore. She decided to give up. She walked out of the garden and went to her house. Not noticing that the plants were slowly receding into the ground. Withering away.

By midnight Missy was ready to sell her house and move away. Far, far, far away. She couldn’t stay there any longer. Leaving behind all that she wanted and hurt for. All that she was trying to dig up, like a grave of purpose. Her self-respect was gone along with what she wanted to do with her life.
Before she left and went away she visited the site one last time. When she got there it was gone. All of the exotic plants and bushes. Flowers and moss. It was all gone.
She cried what she thought were the last tears she would shed for this lost cause. But it wasn’t. Once her tear hit the ground she and her suitcase fell through a hole that had opened up underneath her. Screaming, she fell into a dark abyss. Towards the Caverns.
Falling……. until she hit the portal.




















Chapter 1


“Wow! Yee’ are right, Swan. That was amazing!” a 14-year-old girl said running for her life. She was wearing her blue shirt, black jeans, and a purple hoodie tied to her waist.
“I know, I was the one who thought of it,” said a vain, 13-year-old British voice. As for her, she wore a pink leotard, a tutu that was also pink, pink tights, and lastly pink dancing shoes for ballerinas. The only thing off about her was her all-green eyes, they had a black pupil of course, but no white was found.
“Sapphir’ Swan! How rude!” the girl responded breathlessly with a hint of Irish in her voice.
They turned behind a tree while the gifficore chased after them. Swan danced her way to the lakeside while the girl ran.
The grifficore was a lion, scorpion, and falcon mixed. Wings and feet of a falcon. Head and body of a lion. And a poison tail of a scorpion.

Sapphire yelled, “Jump in the lake! The grifficore hates water!”
The girl looked at the book and silver case she was holding, not wanting them to get wet she ignored Swan.
“Are you crazy!” Sass-ire Sawn yelled when she saw her run away from the shimmering lake.
The girl smiled with a sparkling twinkle in her eye, “Maybe I am.”
Swan rolled her eyes but quickly dove underwater. With a swish of purple light, she was gone, into the dark, murky, and cold liquid. Not long another loud noise broke from the trees, and the grifficore came out running, charging toward the lake.
The infuriated grifficore stopped and looked under the water for one of his prey but a swan just came up and blocked his view.
The girl noticed that the grifficore was distracted and took her chance by hiding under a tree. She then yelled and dived for the closest bush.
She wanted to get a closer look at the grifficore. She wanted to see it from head to tail. Every little detail she jotted down in her book. She wrote down things such as pro tips and warnings.
That was when she noticed that the grifficore had a hangover tooth. It only made it look even more terrifying.
As she was observing the animal, it started to sniff the air. The girl had wanted to test the limits of its smell, but soon it was clear how well it worked.
In seconds she was running away again from the hungry, angry grifficore.
Why is it that I am always running away or toward something? She tried to ask herself. But it was hard to do so when you had an oversized lion hybrid chasing you. She smelled herself, it smelled like lavender and honey. That would have to be an extremely strong nose if he could sense it was a human.
“Well,” she said to herself while running, “now I know to bathe before yee’ go grifficore hunting.”
She laughed at her joke and started to run backward. This way she could see the grifficore and evade it at the same time. She started to write down all the things you would need to do if you wanted to find or defend yourself from the animal in her book.

But her time with the animal grew boring. The grifficore, noticing how fast this human was, decided to use his wings and fly. With one flap, she was off and charging full speed at the lady.
When she looked up it was too late, he was already on her. But instead of mauling her, he picked her up and flew over the trees. Then he dropped her. He must have been thinking that it was enough but it was not. For she wasn’t dropped, instead she had climbed his back as soon as his grip loosened.
Now turning and twisting the grifficore couldn’t shake her. Her dirty blonde hair flew in the air, she cackled as she wrestled the grifficore. All he could do was obey her, it was pointless to fight because he knew he wouldn’t win. Mewling like a frustrated cat, he slowly slowed down and let her off.
He was still mad so he turned to her and hissed. Then he swapped her with a lion paw and nicked her freckled cheek. It bled a little but she was more distracted by her seething, wet friend.

“You could have killed yourself!” she yowled, clearly angry, but the girl didn’t notice.
“Oh c'mon,” she chuckled and blood dripped on her black jeans. “Ya knew that I was fine. And I love cold rushing wind, it makes yee’ feel-”
“Like an idiot that almost fell off a grifficore flying 100 feet in the air,” Swan glared.

The girl stopped, not wanting to lose her only friend. And it seemed Swan didn’t want to either. She knew that others called her the ugly duckling for being a dance-fighting swanling. A swanling was a person with the ability to turn into a swan.
Her friends were swaling queens of ballet like most, but Saphire did a dance fight ballet. Bullies usually backed off because of this but some used words that bore a hole through her heart.
The girl knew that Saphire had been chosen to take care of her and led her out of trouble until she disappeared like most humans. But she couldn’t help but think that she was only chosen for her uniqueness. The girl frowned.
Not wanting any more disagreement, the girl decided to change the subject. “Hey! Want to help with the house?”
“DO I?!” Swan lit up, forgetting all squabbles. She had wanted to fix that treehouse since the elf girl abandoned it when it got struck by lightning.
The girl sighed, “Com’on, let’s go.”
Swan looked at her eagerly and started to twirl around a tree.
“Uh, oh. Swan! Please don’t-”
A loud crack and a small, tiny tree fell right in front of the girl.
“Timber!” Swan shouted. She still had her foot stretched out from kicking the tree down.
The girl shook her head, sighed loudly, and started walking northwest. She took a few steps before taking a long break on a stump with mushrooms on it. Breathing heavily she slouched. Her swear beaded her forehead.
“Tired?” Swan asked with a taunting voice.
“I was just getting up,” the girl said with reproach.
As she slowly got up the girl snatched a mushroom from the log and put it in her silver suitcase. The mushroom yipped and cried when the human was touching it. Even as fungi, it knew that this creature was new. Although, the shroom seemed to notice a certain familiarity with the thing. The shroom knew that the pungy hands were not of this place, but neither of the Forbidden one either.
























Chapter 2
(Four Days Earlier)

Day One
It was almost midnight and the ceiling of the caverns was a beautiful sight. It was incredibly dark, and Shadow Star was ready to hunt. Star is a Shadow Elf and a very deadly one at that. She has white hair that goes to her ankles. And in the stands of silver-white hair, she has some crystal shards dipped in poison, so no one could pull her hair.
Star walked out of her cave, lit by the dim light of two torches. It’s time she thought. Star pulled up her mask to cover her mouth and nose and jumped on the cliff she was on. She had a bow in her hand and grabbed an arrow from the quiver on her back. She pulled it back, aiming. Star sat there in silence, waiting for a target.
After a couple of minutes, she put the arrow back in the quiver and the bow away too. She then grabbed two long, crystal blades and jumped into the trees. Star was as quiet as a ninja because she was one. Ever since Marrow destroyed her only family and her village, she swore to avenge them. She was a skilled warrior after all. But she was also patient. So, her sweet revenge would come soon but not today.



Day 2
Suddenly, the caverns shook and Shadow Star woke up and was knocked to the ground. A sharp scream echoed through the caverns coming from the northeast forest. A little light shone faintly from the ceiling of the caverns. The shaking stopped and Star went to go see. As she got closer, something small fell through the hole they called Forbidden. Falling, it shrieked and hit a tree. Oh, that’s gotta hurt, Shadow thought and walked closer, staying in the shadows.
She jumped on a tree trunk and watched. She had her bow ready and wasn’t afraid to release it. The hole from up above closed and something went off in Star’s mind. She gasped and snuck over to a log covered in mushrooms.
A girl lay there, knocked out. Long blonde hair went down to her shoulders. She groaned and blood started to stream from her nose.
Shadow starred in surprise. She had heard stories about humans but had never seen one before. The girl started to stir and Star hid in a tree.
“I see you,” Star whispered and it sounded ghostly. She rolled over and murmured. “What is a human even doing here? What do I do with her?” Star sighed and shook her head. She put her bow down and tried to get closer.
She looked like an elf, just no pointy ears, like Star. She let curiosity take over and she started to poke the human girl. Nothing. Star moaned angrily. And turned to leave. She had to grab someone to take care of this thing if it was alive.
Star leaped from tree to tree, west. She had to get the swanling elders. They were peaceful folk who would surely take the human since they took care of Star. But they were east and she needed something from home first.
As she gracefully ran at miles humans would never attain, she hopped to the base of the Great AlfDerr mountain. Her home.
Jumping, she gradually made her way to a small cave. It had little light and was dim. Lit only by two torches. The surrounding area was cold stone. The cave was close enough to the top to get a small cover of snow that didn’t melt. It shimmered and shined but never shone.
Star was now walking because a long jump like the last one she had done to get up there, was stirring. She smiled when she saw home. It was truly beautiful but Star hurried along moving flawlessly.
She knew how dangerous it was and if the evil skerberts saw a sleeping girl they would eat her alive. Evil beaver tail rat demons. Star shook off that horrific thought and kept on to her cave until she stopped at a chest.
Opening it up with a key she had on a chain behind the mirror, she peeked inside. There were thousands of raided jewels and rare diamonds. She took out a shard of obsidian and stuffed it in her pocket. The several pearl necklaces in the same suit.
She frowned at how much she was giving away for this dastardly human. Her curiosity about them was still strong, strong enough to have an objective to keep her alive. But her weariness was even stronger, more compelling.
After all, humans came to the Crystal Caverns to get food to save their world from famine. But then brought armies to instead conquer it, and the strange thing was they had all fallen from the same place. Forbidden.
Forbidden was the hole in the ceiling of the caverns and some stories tell of elves going up and never coming down.
Shadow Star was now hopping from tree to tree, again. She had probably done this a million times, but she never tired of it. The wind flowed through her silver, silky hair. Not a care in the world.
Except for the care of taking this human somewhere safe. That was very much a care. An important concern.
Star had run to the swalings when she told them what had happened. She then walked with the old elders back to the human girl.
“Shoo! Skerbert!” a young man said from the back of the group. “You need to stop this act. What the skerbert is this!”
She said harshly, “You must take the girl, I don’t have business with her.”
“Surely you want to know why she’s here?” one elder with a pink tutu and braids asked.
“It is not my problem, and you know that I will forget this quickly,” Star glared. “So take her.”
“No,” an old one said with white feathers dangling from her ratted gray hair.
Shadow Star gritted her teeth, “Do it….or else. Take her!”
“Rejected,” another agreed, even wrinklier than the second.
“Nope,” said another one of the elders.
“Do it or I’ll kill you,” Shadow Star threatened.
“Absolutely NOT,” they repeated.
Star was about to lose hope until the oldest of the elders spoke. “We will give her to Sapphire Swan. And Ninja Shadow Star will show them to a house.” He paused for a moment.
“We need to take care of the human or else the human will take care of us,” he snarled, clearly watching a memory in his head.
Star laughed coldly, “Me, you want me to show the human to a house?!” She pursed her lips. She looked down at the human girl, still a mess. She sighed. “Fine, but this is the only time I will help this thing!”
The elder nodded, “You were the one to consult us. If that human needs to be dealt with again, bring her to the Triela caves. That bloody, skerbert of an ogre will make quick work of it.”
Star's breath left her. The Triela caves were where Marrow lived. The same Marrow that killed her family and her village. She paled. Not wanting to have the elders see her weakness, she turned her heel and ran.
She didn’t cry, not since- well, she didn’t cry. She just gently and slowly sobbed. Tears slid down for less than a second. She stopped.
“I don’t want this to happen to other people,” Shadow Star recited.
“I am fierce,” she told herself. “I care for no one.”
With a sniffle followed by a snarl, she turned to face the direction she came. And after glaring in the direction of the human she started for her house, not looking back, again.


Day 3
Shadow never felt so paranoid. It was like bugs crawling under her skin. She hadn’t slept well either, nightmare tortured her with the human killing her while she ran through the caverns. Star had tried to tell herself it was just a dream but dreams have meanings. The thought ate her alive. She had never felt so helpless, and that was a hard feeling to shake.
Shadow decided it would be best to take a nap and try to forget all that had happened to her. The sight of a human had left her quite in shock. This doesn’t happen often in the caverns.
Star looked off into the distant light that was the exit to her dark cave. A chill ran up her spine followed by the familiar feeling of dread trailing her like a snake. It always seemed to spy on her, waiting for her to mess up and fail. But this was a burden she would carry alone. After all, she was the only one who could carry it.

Day 4
It was night time and she wanted to hunt like she usually did, but her strength was failing and she fell to the ground. She growled, angry she slammed a jar next to the cabinet it was on.
“Uggggh,” she groaned. Her displeasure rose to her head, heating it. Sweat beaded her forehead.
Not paying attention, she reached for her knife but slipped because of her sweaty hands. Shadow Star, assassin shadow elf does not mess up. But she did, and in doing so she cut herself deep. The pain shocked her back into the reality that she was bleeding. This hadn’t happened enough times for her to be well prepared, but she knew what to do. The only other problem was that she had cut herself with a crystal blade, the best one she had made. And now it was poisoned. She was going to use it for self-defense, so she dipped it in poison and slammed the jar on the table.
Knowing it wouldn’t be long before the poison killed her, she ran out of the cave. The wind wasn’t blowing as early as it was in the morning. She knew her only option was to get to Ela’ Dae Flora. Her running was so swift and graceful that her feet hadn’t left marks in the snow. Running east, she was heading to the only thing that could heal her.
As Shadow Star ran she noticed a shriek in the air, followed by the roar of an animal she knew well. A grifficore. Geez, she did not envy anyone who dealt with those. But she could take one on, easy.
Looking over her shoulder she saw what had made the commotion. It was the girl, running with her little swan friend. Star spit at the ground. They were being chased by a hungry grifficore. She was surprised that they were alive, but she couldn’t worry about that now.
She had to heal herself. She could feel her body aching. She knew her time was up. Running, Star made it to the place she had tried to get to. The river. Stuffing her hand in the water a chill went up her spine. The waters were ice cold and the feeling in her arm was ebbing away. But she kept her hand in it. Or she would die.
According to some folklore, the water was as cold as the body in it. Long ago there was a battle between humans and the caverns. The caverns won but at a great cost. Millions are gone. Fairies, elves, colomider whales, and swanlings.
It was the worst, so when that human came it brought back the history of her people. But that was hundreds of years ago. With the dead bodies, the Aefling council decided to carry them downriver. And after the bodies sank to Ela Dae’ Flora’s depts the water froze without ice. Now the spirits help those in need so they won’t suffer as they did.
Star held her hand under until the black gloves she wore were washing out to a gray. My favorite pair of gloves! She thought to herself. The wrinkles on her fingers rose and the river began to steady its rapids. Like a sway, the calming melody was sung by the splash of zelcains swimming up the river. What wonderful purple little fishies they were.
The peacefulness was broken by the joyful laugh of a human. And nature's humming was silenced. Without taking her hand out of the water Shadow Star looked to the sky to see the girl flying an angry grifficore. Before she knew it, Star was yelling for the grifficore to throw her off a cliff and feed her to its babies.
But her fun soon stopped when she looked back down at her hand. The waters around began to bubble and ice crept up her arm. Slowly taking her hand out she looked down at it. The color had returned to her glove. Taking the glove off she stared at her hand. Not one scratch. Perfect. This is my writing hand and I need a plan if I am going to kill that human.
She saw how the human stayed alive and managed to land the grifficore. Armature. But the thing that surprised Shadow Star was how fearless the human was. Prey, that is all she was, but easy prey she would not be.











Chapter 3
(Present day)

Walking to the girl’s house, Sapphire Swan led ahead. She was desperate to fix and renovate the old tree house since it came into swanling territory.
It was supposed to be a gift from a feared elf, but the elf decided it didn’t care. And neither did Sapphire Swan. Swan didn’t want to rock the boat, but since the girl fell out of Forbidden, she had been out of sorts. At least that was what Swan had heard. The swanling elders were kind of hush-hush about that.
Forbidden was the hole in the ceiling of the caverns. The Crystal Caverns, the planet they were on, had a thin covering of rock around it, so it was a cavern. The portal goes to another world. It’s called Forbidden because it’s forbidden to go through. The punishment of going through was death or whatever humans did to what came out. Nobody knew. Whoever goes through doesn’t come back. It was like your own punishment. But it was pretty obvious it was a portal.
When they finally arrived at the rugged house, Sapphire squealed with delight. She was so happy. The girl hadn’t let her help with the house since she thought Sapphire would “pink it up.” However, she was right. But Swan would withhold herself and would keep herself from doing anything undesirable.
Sapphire looked at the house. It was stuck in the middle of the willow tree. It was such a perfect fit since the willow tree was so old. And that tree is said to have been there since the beginning of time.
As she was gazing at the tree, the girl decided it would be a good time to climb up the ladder. By the time Sapphire had turned her gaze, she was already at the top. She shook her head. This crazy girl was one reckless person. Then she inhaled sharply. What if she falls and dies? My only friend will be gone. And what will the council say? Sapphire's heart raced. I will have failed.
“Wait for me!” Sapphire screamed. She quickly looked at the ladder.
“Ya comin’?” the girl asked with a grin.
“Well I am, I just won’t do so touching that dirty, muddy abomination,” Sapphire said and then slowly knelt.
Well, Swan Express it is. She didn’t like to do it often, it makes one quite dizzy but she had to get to her charge. She then touched her heart and pulled out a pearl white feather. I hate this part. She thought as she crushed the feather into a fine powder.
Lastly, she twirled until the dust spun on its own. Slowly receding, the dust then disappeared, and in its place was a white swan with a pink bow around its neck.

“Bravo!” the girl clapped sarcastically.
The swan rolled her green eyes and flew up to the top of the tree with extravagant elegance.
“HONK!” the swan squealed indignantly.
Turning back into swanling form, Sapphire looked upon the interior of the house. It had no decorations, the walls were rotting, and nothing but splinters were found. It was truly ugly but Sapphire could fix that. She looked over to the girl.
“Don’t kill me but I got you something,” the girl unexpectedly pulled a pink ruby and pearl bracelet out from her pants pocket.
Tears threatened to break free from Sapphire’s eyes. No one had ever gotten her a gift before. And this was the best one, nothing could top this. She hugged the girl tight.
“Now all you have to do is find a better one for my birthday,” and then they both laughed.
The girl stopped and looked at Sapphire. “Let’s get to work on this dump!” The ladies stepped away from each other.
“Yes, indeed,” Sapphire Swan said, looking the girl up and down. “But first you need a band-aid.” She pointed to her bloodied jeans and the cut on her freckled cheek.
“I love grifficores,” she said, wistfully.
Sapphire Swan looked at her in surprise as she handed the girl the band-aid. “You love grifficores? Sorry, it is just that you have a gouge in your cheek from one!”
This girl was unbelievable. She was daring, reckless, and brave. But she was also smart, stubborn, and never left a fight. Sapphire was up for this challenge when she volunteered, but it was more than she expected. Now it was just because she had wanted to know if a human was as bloodthirsty as they were told as. The answer is not at all.
Even though the girl was extremely calm, most of the time she was chasing some dangerous animal for her book. The reason behind it is a secret. She lost all her memories and didn’t want to share them with Sapphire. She hadn’t pushed it because it was a light topic.
“Swan!” the girl woke Sapphire from her trance. “Let’s go, I want a home to live in. No offense but moss under a tree doesn’t work for me.”
“Hey, That’s my home!” Sapphire Swan frowned. She tried not to grin but the girl was hard to ignore.
“Fine, fine, fine. That view is ok,” the girl chided, cooling down.
“OK. I get it. Now, what do you need nailed?” Sapphire picked up a hammer and started to gather boards.
“Looks like yee’ ’ve got it. Just leave the ladder to me.”
“You mean the rope with twigs stuck on it.”
“That’s the one!” The girl, true to her word, went down the ladder and started to work on the base.
Once she left, Sapphire Swan began her work. First, she had to get all the boards cleaned up, dust them, and scrape the mold off the sides. Then she had to nail them in place. It was hard but kicking did the trick. Next, she just had to clean a rooftop balcony.
The tree house was small; it had a living room you were in once you entered. And when you went up the stairs to your left you came to the attic balcony. Other than that it was minimal. So, when Sapphire did the attic it only took a second.
“OI! Yee’ done up there ‘cuz I could use help,” the girl shouted from below.
“Coooming!” Sapphire Swan sang as she worked her way down.











Chapter 4

Not wanting to get Swan mad, the girl had asked her to work on the roof and attic. The girl was a little timid at first but liked the bird and she was her friend.
She wanted to help her upstairs in the tree house but she was afraid that Swan would know something up. So the girl had just worked with herself and her thoughts. While planting some flowers at the roots of the tree she began to think of her life before. All she got was a headache.
After she fell she passed out when she woke up she didn’t remember anything. It was a pain in the skerbert when she was trying to talk to Swan. Swan didn’t even know her name! And neither did she.
She wanted to know if there was any other reason for her being here. All she remembered was some random things and how she was a researcher here to document animals in the caverns. But the girl felt like she was more than that. If only she could remember.
Her head throbbed like it had been smacked. Coming back to reality she opened her eyes and looked up. The seeds were scattered everywhere as Fiolas were eating them.
Running back to the tree house she got her notebook and pencil and began. Whenever she saw an animal she documented it, so all she did was draw it and write a warning, pro tip, FYI, PS, and sometimes patch notes. It was amazing to watch this little bird flap its wings as it swallowed the seed whole.
The Fiolas were a foot tall, with tan-brown feathers with white flecks on the neck. The tail was a darker shade of tan, but the Fiola could pull it off.
The girl looked at the peaceful creature and kept on thinking about what to put for a warning. But, just then a chunky Fiola came over, flew atop the tree house, and plopped a cyan turd on her head. It splattered over her hair and her clothes.
“BLEH!” she said, gagging. “Now I know whut’ to put!”
She washed off and using a change of clothes that she had in her silver suitcase she began to work again. And this time she shooed off all birds before they could get to her.
“Cheese, now let’s get back to— ullllge!” the girl said when she turned around. Facing her was a mess she had absent-mindedly created when she was thinking.
The mess was huge and it hadn’t gotten any better. The girl had tried to pick it up. First, she had pulled some boards in one place away from the flower bed. But she couldn’t find a good place to put them, every time she just kept running around and trying to find a place to neatly drop them. It was just kinda’ of a hassle.
She was again wrapped up in thoughts. Huh. I wonder what kind of animals they have here. If they have dragons how cool is that! I think my world had some, ah, if only I knew. ARRRRG! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING? The girl kicked a rock. The impact had made the pebble fly into the air. Turning around the girl kicked another stone, this one flew as well.
Looking back around her, the girl stared as if to find a challenger, she found a decent-sized rock. Rearing her leg back she prepared for the swing. Then as she was in mid-kick the rock stood up! Black beady eyes opened and stubs for feet popped out. The animal picked itself up and walked away.
“WHU’T!” the girl yelled. She had stopped herself before she jammed the rock creature and in doing so had swung her butt to the ground.
Looking around the girl turned her mind to the mess again. It was still a wreck.
“OI! Yee’ done up there ‘cuz I could use help,” the girl shouted from down below.
After the girl heard Sass-ires sing her response, the girl tapped her foot on the grassy ground. She spun in a quick circle and waited for her friend. What was taking her so long to hop down a small ladder? The girl's thoughts wondered as she began pacing. Swan is one sassy swanling. I wonder how well she would do against a dragon. Assuming they have those here. The girl chuckled under her breath.
Happy with herself she started to clean up. Picking all the floorboards up, she put them in a pile so she could reuse them. As she did that she didn’t notice Swan coming down in swan form and then watching her with a frown.
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me paint the attic pink,” she squabled. “OH! Did you change your clothes?”
“No dur’,” the girl said grinning. “A Foila pooped on my head.”
Swan came over and sniffed the girl's hair before turning away and gagging. She held a finger over her nose as she asked what the girl needed help with.
“A lot of everything, I made an even bigger mess,” the girl said.
“I can see that,” Swan said.
“Yep, eh. Could yee’ ‘elp me with this board?” the girl asked and gestured to a long plank stuck in a birch tree.
“Sure, but I don’t want that mud on my fingers. I just got a manicure!”
“They have those down here!” The girl looked at Swan amazed.
“Of course, where else do you go to brag about how good you look?” Swan said it with such a straightforwardness that the girl broke out in a thundering laugh.
“Oh, Pish-posh,” Sass-ire said, irked, “how do you annoy me this much! Just by giggling, you drive me insane.”
“O’ com’n and ‘elp, will ya?”
As the girls started to build a much more stable ladder to get in and out of the treehouse, a beast had come to see the human. Lurking in the shadows, it hid watching closely. One, in particular, noticed something.
“She is under a spell,” a monster with pale gray skin and silver eyes said. “And she doesn’t know it! I have to tell the master.”
The horrid thing turned and crept away.



Chapter 5

As the monster crept away it wobbled hopping on one foot. The other foot was more like a paw protruding out of a long skinny leg. As for its arms, they hung stiff as boards. They were dragging as the thing hop-ran.
“Master will be so pleased!” it shrieked with joy. “Gremlin do good job! Master reward Gremlin!”
As Gremlin was talking to himself he jumped and ran with giddy happiness.
“Gremlin is Master’s favorite!” he shouted to a nearby tree.
“HAHAHA! Booshsra la shramkehs gegdhd!” He said in his native tongue. “Gremlin is the most-est best-est creation!”
Gremlin shrieked and ran across the caverns talking and mumbling to himself. The only thing he didn't do was make a scene and cause attention. If he did, the master would have his head. And Gremlin very much wanted to keep his head.
Gremlin’s jog-hop soon slowed as he came to a large forest. Dark as midnight, the canopies stretched and hoots, yowls, and deafening screams could be heard echoing through the forest. Eyes could be felt staring the monster down as he stepped foot into the Dark Forest.
“Errr, Gremlin hates the Dark Forest!” he warbled in his gurgly voice.
But as he walked the purple blood boiled in his veins screaming at him to run and not come back. But if he did that then the Master would not be happy. So, he trudged on jumping and hopping away from the trees.
And away from the vines curling around the forest floor, entangling every last living thing there. Putting them to sleep with a toxin before squeezing them to death. Not even skerberts could survive here. Nothing could, except Gremlin. The blood in him made it so he is not affected by the toxin, but is only weakened by it.
As Gremlin walked to the vine's source his mind soon became drowsy. The monster was more wobbling than walking.
“Murrst…….get…….to….portal,” he said sickly. “Murrsttttttt…..”
Before he could reach it a clunk hit the floor.
“Gremlin, give the information to me,” a strong gruff voice said.
The monster coward, “But, yes general.” Gremlin said. A fire raged behind his eyes but he knew better than to upset this monster. He was not created, he was made.
“Human…..girl……..spell……..but…….this……….human…..kind…...is…kind....master…….wants…for…….potions,” Gremlin said begrudgingly. The pollen was wearing off and he began to think straight.
“Thank you,” the voice said. “No loose ends.”
Gremlin’s eyes widened with fear as he ran to the middle of the forest. He didn't get far before a club hit him with a crack.
“Hahahahaha,” the beast chuckled. After tossing Gremlin’s body into the sea. “No loose ends, except that one elf girl.” He frowned at the thought of his failure. “One loose end.” Growling he went to the Dark Forest eager to deliver the message.





Chapter 6

The girl turned to Sapphire Swan. Her shimmery tutu shone in the sunlight, while her pure bleach blonde hair shone. The girl looked away and turned to the mess.
“Com’on, let’s get a start on this mess,” she said. “Sap’ire Swan? Paintin’ the board pink is not cleaning!”
Swan rolled her eyes and said that it was because it brought out the emerald in the grass.
“And, I just know that the pink matches the willow’s wood,” she chirped gleefully.
The girl picked up one of the pink boards, then taking it, she put it on the two long boards.
“I guess we’ll have a pink ladder,” she sighed, and Swan began to build a ladder.
As the ladies worked on the ladder, nailing, and hammering, the girl’s mind swirled and shifted like tides. Who am I? Why am I here? What is the reason for this peace I feel? The girl began to notice small things, like her clothes for one. Black jeans, a blue sweatshirt tied around her waist, and a purple tang top. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Going over her looks she went over her soul. Something deep inside her was small, frail, and would come out. But the Caverns had helped the spunk and risk-taking part of her explode to its full.
As the girl was thinking she felt a sharp yet lasting pain go through her. Looking down she saw that there was a hammer sitting atop her hand. Biting and gritting her teeth she stared. Then she took a piece of her shirt in her free hand and ripped it with her jaw.
“Swan!” the girl barked. “Wrap this around meh’ right hand, I hammered it.” Swan broke out laughing but did as she was told.
They got to work again, hammering away. Finally, the ladder was finished. It had taken a while but it was done. The light of the Cavern had gone down so now, so all that was left was a dim sunset.
Sunset, the girl’s mind flashed back. Crying, tears, her….snapping back to reality she shook it off.
“Hey,” Swan came up to her. “I’m going to the village, you should go to bed. I put some leather sheets up there so you’ll be warm. See ya!”
“Okay, thanks!” the girl waved Swan off.
Climbing up the newly built ladder the girl came to the inside of her new tree house. As soon as she walked through she saw shelves of birch and oak. The strong willow grew through the hole in the middle of the room.
The large room. Carpets of the hide of a great chargal lined the table and stairs. Her suitcase was neatly put away on one of the shelves along with her clothes.
The girl smiled at the work she had done. Then jogging up the stairs, she went to see the room. There was no roof but sturdy spruce fences lined the sides. Looking at the top of course Swan painted one of the carpets pink but the girl knew that no matter what nothing would stop her.
The carpet wasn’t the thing that had caught the girl's attention, it was the spyglass sitting on its stand. Smiling, the girl took a look through it. It stretched out as far as the mountains and glaciers in the distant plains. This was what she had wanted. A safe place to watch and discover new animals. Her heart swirled and floated. Beating with passion and purpose. Love.
Before she could cry with tears of thoughtfulness, a small phffttttt wrung in the air as a wet turd fell on the girl’s head. Almost perfect.
























Chapter 7

The girl went to wash her hair again. This time she decided to try something different. Swan had neat ballet shoes, and the girl had her combat boots. But the one thing she could not deny is her feet were soft and needed to be more agile.
She had been running from that grifficore and then she was fast but after she had been exhausted.
The girl kicked a pebble into the stream as she began to wash her dirty blonde hair. The ripples shattered the peaceful stillness of the stream, as small pastel alcovias and purple zelcains came to see what it was. The brave little fishies were not scared when the girl dipped her head in the water. In fact, they began to swarm her.
Brushing the fishies away she brought her hair back up to the surface and began to rub ferns and shrubs on it to get the dookie out of her hair. When she was done she went away from the stream and to the plains.
The plains were darkening as the light went down and now she saw something otherworldly. Glowing flowers, millions strewn across the hilltops, and not just that. Thousands of sneezepuffs were strewn in the middle of the luminescent flowers. Dancing.
The girl watched and then took one step into the flower bed. Immediately after she had, sneezepuffs went flying, every which way. It was beautiful, the girl tried to search her mind for something as stunning and peaceful as the sight but she couldn’t. It was amazing. Colors twirled and zoomed, arching in the skies. All in the harmonious song of tiny sneezing.
The girl turned back to her thoughts. Why am I so slow? I can’t run at all! Her words stung her heart but they kept going. This freedom I felt during the thrill of the manticore was not what I wanted. Is it? How can I know who I am if I don’t have a name? Her mind roared and she looked down at her feet. Wait, what’s wrong with me! Swan never is scared, neither should I.
The girl's mind stopped and turned to mush. Desperately wanting a distraction she looked for the small animals that had been flying in the navy blue sky. The sneezepuffs had crowded around her and stopped jumping. Now that they were close she could see what they were like.
Tiny eyes poked out of their fluffy body. Their mouth was under their tiny, cone eyes forming a face that resembled a cat. They had no arms, legs, or heads. Just a poof ball with a face. They seemed to sneeze to get around and chittered softly.
“Awww, you are quite cute,” the girl said with curiosity. One of them yawned at her remark. “I should get to bed too,” the little poof’s face said.
One by one all the sneezepuffs retreated into the flowers. And the fun was gone. Wondering a little more, the girl made her way back to the tree house. Looking at it from a distance she realized what work she had done.
The flower bed under it was a blue ombre and had a splash of purple here and there. The tree house had three floors that you could see. The pink ladder was the only thing that stood out but the girl knew it wasn’t Swan's fault. Swan just needed that pink to live. Crazy bird.
The girl took a step and felt the soft fertile ground. Her foot was steadied. As she walked to her new home she saw new things.
Small triacclains soon came out and began to hunt for fridis and the sweet nectar of moon flowers. triacclains were small furry animals with a snout and hooves. It had a long tail that swished from side to side. The animal only ate fridis which were bugs that pollinated flowers. Noting what the little animals looked like, the girl turned to her new house.
The girl yawned and quickly ran to the ladder; she tested it before climbing up. At night the tropisky lit up the house with a warm light. Tropiskys were glowing birds that had patterns to match their personality; if one had a flame-like pattern the tropiskys would most likely be easy to anger. They all had neon yellow beaks and talons; with small hawk-like bodies. These animals only ate alcovias, zelclains, and other fishes. And sometimes on occasion a skerbert.
What am I thinking? I know what I am, I am a person. I am true to myself, I am a strong-hearted person. But who am I?

A small squeak came from a silver suitcase. The girl grabbed a nearby branch and entered the tree house. Click! A yapping mushroom said as it ran across the house and settled on the bed. And forgetful, now I have to take care of a mushroom puppy. Puppy mushroom? ShroomDog? PupShroom? Whatever. I just want to get to bed!






Chapter 8

In the morning the girl woke to a loud yip. Somehow, the loud wasn’t what bothered her though, it was what pupshroom was yipping at.
“PUPSHROOM!” the girl shouted when she saw a sneezepuff at the foot of her sleeping bag. “What did you do?”
The mushppy (mushroom_puppy) answered by spinning in a circle and jumping up to the girl’s shoulder, “Yip! Brrgle Warble Wo.”
With a heavy sigh, the girl went over to her telescope. Maybe I can spot some breakfast. Putting her eye close to the glass she went about staring off in the distance at the pink horizon. To her surprise, she saw something much different.
A pink tutu appeared from by a moss bed near Swan Lake. What is Saphire doing up so early? Taking another peek through the glass the girl stared out at the swanling. So bad the girl wanted to scream, “Hey nice pajamas!” but she restrained herself.
She silently giggled as Saphire hopped across a bridge. Soon her happiness began to fade as the morning sun flew up in the rose-colored sky. Sapphire began to run to the nearest mountain and slowly faded into an ant. The girl frowned at her ruined game only to find that twisting the middle notch in the center of the telescope ranged the vision.
By the time Saphire came back into view she was halfway to a cave near a glacier-looking mountain. It was blue and had a large cave entrance. She saw the river by the mountain and it crossed around it, soon Swan reached one of it’s bends an gently stopped by the raging waters edge. The girl couldn’t hear the noise of small waves charging quickly like a mad grifficore, but she could at least imagin it.
“Warbble, grlaaa!” the tiny pupshroom exclaimed. Shaking its brown stem and tan legs its pastel capp bounced in the wind. Hopping out of the hiding place it jumped on the girls shoulder and nested down.

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