By Abiona

I awoke to the sound of frogs. During the night the frogs TT had found a safe refuge in my robe and in my hair. As I stood up, no less than three amphibious creatures fled from the folds of my robe. I stumble forward only to trip on a hungry carnivorous plant. Too tired to run away, I struggle to remember my spell that will encase the plant in ice. Ironically, the stings from the plant jarred me into wakefulness and within seconds I was looking down at its corpse hoping to find something useful to take with me. Stupid plant, I think to myself and walk away with a cocky jaunt.

I crossed the river and noticed the hideous droags were taking a break from their usual guard under the tree house. My arrogance grew as a mounted the short hill to the ruins. I smiled to myself as I noticed the grog population was thin this dewy morning. Traps had been set overnight and I was sure that they were full by now. I bent down to grab the bounty from the trap. A grog appeared out of nowhere and my raised derriere must have looked like a bull’s eye to him. He slammed his head painfully into my posterior sending me face first into a pile of rocks. My ravasect meat took flight out of my grasp and landed on a nearby grog angering him as well. Grogs have always been nosy animals and two more of the chronically bad-breathed animals came over to gnaw on my arm. Pinned to the ground, I was unable to cast any spells to protect myself. The agony of the grogs tearing at my flesh was more than what I could handle and I was all too grateful to slip into unconsciousness.

This time, I awoke to the sound of voices and an excruciating pounding deep within my brain. I was near the portal to Antonica and homesickness suddenly flared inside me. The promise of home swirled about me almost putting me into a trance as I walked closer to the portal. Suddenly, a horse was standing before me and it swatted me in the face with its tail.





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