"What am I doing?!" I cried, as I hung onto a boulder, trying not to be flung into the Resinod(the lake).
"YOU ARE TRAVELING TO JEARTRIX TO INVESTIGATE THE SCREAM, THAT IS WHAT!" said Chery, as she whipped the aronoides with a vine.
Why whipping them? Chery had the idea of pulling the island using the little dragons, as she told me that they are very strong. I wanted to tell everyone about this, so I grabbed the notebook that I had kept in my breast-pocket, so I took a piece of colored rock and struggled to write this:
May 2, 1946
I cannot believe what I just saw. I think I am in a coma, and if I am, this notebook will not exist, but I am sure that I will tell the real people about this weird experience I am having.
I see a living bush whipping flying rocks to take me across a poisoned river to get me to "Jinx". This is completely ABSURD. Now I'm thinking this is a coma.
I put away the notebook right when I felt a violent jerk.
"WE'RE HERE!" cried Chery.
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