Chapter One
Drevlin ran through the woods, holding his bow tightly.
-They're near...I know it...- He thought.
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind him and he jumped with fear.
"Hmm...Are you a newcomer to these woods?" A boy asked. He was about Drevlin's age. He had black hair covering his right eye, and a shirt with long sleeves covering his hands. The boy's pants had one black leg, and one white leg.
"Erm...Yeah, I guess. I normally stick to the woods back in Saaruja." Drevlin replied.
"Saaruja...So you're a Saarujian?" The boy asked, and a slim stick slid down his sleeve and into his hand.
Drevlin instantly knew that this boy was a mage and that the stick was his wand.
"Yes, but I mean no harm. I'm just passing through this village. I'm on my way to Calarax." Drevlin nervously said, quickly sliding an arrow into his bow, just in case.
"Pfft...Why do you need to go to that place? All it is is a huge city filled with stuck up snobs." The boy said, putting his wand back up his sleeve.
"I dunno. My father was an explorer. He went to every city in the world doing tons of different quests. I was just wanting to follow in his footsteps, so I was just travelling through the kingdom to get familiar with it."
"Ah...An explorer...Dragon food. Good luck. You'll need it." The boy said, then turned around.
Before the boy took a step, Drevlin said, "Well...I told you my life story. Your turn, now. What're you doing here?"
Without looking back at Drevlin, the boy said, "You don't need to know. You'll probably regret asking if I told you, anyway." And with that, he walked away.
-What could that have meant? He just came and asked me questions, then leaves the same way he came in!? Weird...- Drevlin thought.
Then Drevlin heard footsteps behind him. He knew that the footsteps were coming from more than one person.
-Oh, no...It's really them this time!- Drevlin thought, then jumped into a bush.
"Where could he have possibly gone?" A man in a black cloak and black robe asked, frustrated. Drevlin's heart was pounding so hard that each beat was painful.
"I don't know, but we'd better find him quickly or...Or...I don't know what'll happen to us! Master will be so angry he might kill us!" Another man said, wearing the exact same black robe and cloak as the first man. There was a hood on the robe, and his cloak was slightly torn. The robe had no zippers, and they moved almost silently.
"I think he went this way." The first man said, then the crowd of at least twelve men, all dressed identically, ran in the direction that the mage boy left in.
-Hopefully he's okay...- Drevlin thought, then made sure that nobody was around when he got out of the bush. He put his bow around his neck and the arrow back in his quiver.
After an hour or two of travelling, Drevlin was finally in Calarax. The city was beautiful. The trees and grass were the perfect shade of green. There was a fountain in the middle of the city. The buildings were perfectly shaped, and they were indeed made by a very talented architect.
-Ah...So this is why father was here so much...I mean, look at this place!- Drevlin thought.
A young boy walked into the castle. He looked a little bit younger than Drevlin.
Drevlin walked to a small store.
-Hmm...This place has almost everything!- Drevlin thought, then saw a brown backpack.
He gave the shop-owner a few coins, then left with the backpack.
On his way out of the city, Drevlin saw the younger boy run out of the castle excitedly.
Drevlin ran towards the kid.
"Hey! Wait up!" Drevlin shouted.
The kid stopped, then turned around.
"Um...What?" The kid asked.
"Err...I was just wondering what you did in the castle." Drevlin said, then noticed that he sounded nosy.
"Not trying to be nosy or anything," he added.
"Oh, that! I just became a knight!" The kid replied happily.
"What!? How?"
"Easy. I just asked the king."
"And...He said yes!?"
"Yeah! Well, if I do this quest for him. He said if I lived, I'd be a knight!"
"What kind of quest," Drevlin asked, grinning.
"I have to find some helm. Gandor's helm, I think."
"Gandor's helm?" Drevlin asked excitedly. "I'm on my way to find that right now! Legend has it that Gandor's helm can give its bearer invincibility!"
"Really? Mind if I go with you?" the boy asked, smiling.
"I don't see anything wrong about that idea. It could actually be a really good thing!"
"Alright! I'll go get my stuff, then!" The boy exclaimed, then ran somewhere behind the castle, tripping and almost falling a couple times along the way.
Drevlin sat down on the ground right outside the castle and waited for the kid to come back out. Within seconds, the kid returned.
The boy soon returned with a black backpack over his shoulder, a sheathed iron sword on his hip, and an iron shield on his left arm.
"I'm ready!" The boy exclaimed.
"Alright! But wait a second. If we're going to be travelling together, we'd better learn each other's names." Drevlin said. "I'm Drevlin." He put his hand out.
The kid smiled and shook the dirty hand, then said, "I'm Masenko."
"Well, Masenko, let's get going!" Drevlin said, and fixed the backpack on his shoulder.
"Alright. You're all ready to go, then?" Drevlin asked.
"As ready as you are!" Masenko replied, still smiling.
"Alright, then. Let's go!" Drevlin said, taking the first step. Masenko followed. Drevlin smiled, then kept walking further into the woods, Masenko close behind.
The sun began to descend in the sky.
"What're we going to do about food?" Drevlin asked after his stomach rumbled.
"I have a little bit of deer meat from my house, but that's all the food I have." Masenko said, taking a three pound slab of meat out of his backpack.
"That'll do for the night, I think. There might even be enough for a breakfast tomorrow!" Drevlin said.
Masenko smiled, then gave the meat to Drevlin, then pulled tinder out of his backpack and lit a fire.
Drevlin cooked the meat and ripped a small piece off of it for himself, and gave a bigger piece to Masenko. Drevlin slowly ate his food, then looked at Masenko. He was sleeping. Drevlin smiled, then opened his backpack. He pulled a yarn blanked knitted by his mother out of his backpack, then threw it over Masenko. Drevlin curled up near the fire and fell asleep without a blanket, since he gave the only one to Masenko.
Chapter Two
The next morning when the sun began to rise, Drevlin woke up. He gently kicked Masenko to wake him up, then slung his bow over his shoulder. Masenko leaned forward.
"Mornin,' Masenko." Drevlin said.
"G'mornin.' Where are you going?" Masenko asked, looking at Drevlin's bow.
"Hunting. The meat you brought is enough for breakfast, but I'm pretty sure we don't have enough food for lunch. Or dinner."
"Oh." Masenko paused for a moment. "How can I help?"
"Can you hunt?"
"Well," Masenko paused for a moment, then said, "no."
"Can you gather roots or berries or something like that, then?"
"Um... Yeah. I guess so."
"Alright, then. I'll be hunting somewhere around here if you need me." And with that, Drevlin went off into the woods. After walking for a few minutes, he climbed a tree and took his bow off his neck. He loaded it with an arrow and sat back in the tree, waiting. After a few minutes, a squirrel passed by. Drevlin figured it was at least a snack, so he shot it out of its tree, straight through the eye as he normally did. Drevlin got out of the tree he was in, and put the squirrel into his bag. He then got back into the tree and waited again. In the end, he got three squirrels and a bird. He was satisfied. He went back to the spot where he and Masenko had slept the previous night and, to his surprise, Masenko had a pile of roots, berries, an occasional fruit, and a few plants.
"Whoa! You found all these by yourself?" Drevlin asked excitedly, staring at the pile with awe. The pile was about a foot high, and four feet in diameter. The pile wasn't very big, but it could feed the two for at least a week.
"Yep! Is this enough?" Masenko asked, nervously.
"Enough? This is more than enough! This is great!" Drevlin replied.
"Really? Back at the farm, if I got this much or less, I'd probably get punished."
"You would?"
"Yeah. Well, my family was trying to make money, so I needed to gather a lot. But here, we're just trying to survive, right?
"Yep! And again, you gathered a lot of food. And it tastes really good! "Thanks!" Masenko happily said, then picked up one of the berries and threw it into his mouth. Drevlin skinned and gutted his game, then returned them to his bag. Drevlin and Masenko sat where they were, talking, for what seemed like minutes, but was actually hours. The sun began descending into the distance, casting darkness over the boys. Drevlin's stomach growled.
"Are you hungry?" Drevlin asked.
"Very." Masenko replied. Drevlin smiled, then took out a small log from his backpack and lit it with some tinder. He cooked a squirrel, and stuck some roots and plants in with it, making a cheap version of a stir-fry. He split the squirrel into two with the knife he used to fletch arrows. He accidentally cut it uneven, so he gave the bigger half to Masenko, and the smaller half to himself. They began eating. It was the best dinner Drevlin had had in weeks. Masenko wasn't used to it, though. He liked it somewhat, but it wasn't as good as what he had on the farm. On the farm, he got beef, pork, and a lot of other stuff. But he knew he just had to deal with it if he actually wanted to be a knight. Soon after dinner, Masenko fell asleep, and Drevlin put the blanket on him once again, and slept without one.
In the morning, the sun was barely coming up. Drevlin quickly cooked the bird, then began crafting a blanket with the squirrel skins and the thread and needle he had gotten from the store in Calarax. Masenko woke up when Drevlin was halfway finished with the blanket.
Masenko yawned, then said "What're you doin'?"
"Well, we only have one blanket. And there's two of us. So I'm makin' another one."
"Ah... Well, you want me to go get some more food?"
"Nah. You got enough yesterday. You can if you want, but I don't think we can carry any more." Drevlin said, still making the blanket. He stopped, then said, "Ooh, by the way, I made breakfast." Drevlin pointed at his backpack. There was a small dish with some sort of skin covering the top inside it.
"Thanks!" Masenko said, taking the skin off, then began eating his half of the bird.
After a few minutes, Drevlin stopped crafting the blanket. He looked over at Masenko, who was wiping his hands off on his pants. "Well. We've been here for two days. We should get going." Drevlin said. "Yeah. Good idea," Masenko agreed. Then they packed up and set off again. After about an hour, they saw light through the trees in front of them. They were almost out of the forest. "Finally. We're in Kellik," Drevlin said, pushing through bushes. They stepped out of the woods and made their way through the town. Drevlin led Masenko into a small store. "You know where we're going?" Masenko asked. "Not really... But I have my father's journal and map. We'll be fine." Masenko didn't argue. They sold a little bit of the food in order to make room in their bags. The food they sold was close to rotting, anyway. Drevlin put the coins into a small bag that hung from his waist, then left the store. "Hmm... We have to make our way through the Kalariddian deserts..." Drevlin said nervously, looking at his map. "We're going to need a pretty good supply of water and some desert clothes." "Enough water to make it through a desert? Do you know how expensive that'll be!?" Masenko exclaimed. "Yeah. That's the problem..." Masenko got an idea. He walked over to a man guarding at the town walls. "Hey," Masenko said. "I'm on guard duty. Please don't talk to me," the man replied without looking at Masenko. "Well..." Masenko paused for a few seconds. "Alright. Bye. Sorry to disturb you." He walked back to Drevlin, who'd been listening as he looked through his bag. "What was the point in that?" Drevlin asked. "The point? To buy some water for our quest!" Masenko held out a pouch of gold coins. "Whoa! Where'd you learn to do that!?" "My friends back in Calarax." "Awesome!" Drevlin ran back into the store. Masenko went to the clerk and gave him the pouch of coins. The clerk's jaw dropped. The pouch was filled with the man's pure gold coins, some pure silver coins, and the some of the coins that Drevlin and Masenko already had in the beginning. "We'd like some water. A lot of water. As much as this money will get us," Masenko said. The clerk nodded and ran to the back of the store. He got some big canteens and began filling them. Drevlin and Masenko took the filled canteens. "Thanks!" Drevlin exclaimed, going outside. "Now we need something to help carry these... Like a horse. Or camel. Maybe a mule. If we carry these ourselves, we'll go through twice as many." Masenko nodded in approval. "I still have most of my money in my pouch." "I have most of mine, too," Masenko replied, taking his bag of money out of his backpack. "I think we may be able to afford some kind of beast of burden!" Drevlin exclaimed. "A camel would be the best for traveling through the desert. They have all their adaptations for the desert. Whereas a horse would get sand in its eyes or something like that. My father's journal said that there was a camel farm near the desert's gates." Drevlin studies his map for a few seconds, then began walking west, followed by Masenko. They stopped at some camel stables in the beginning of the desert, just as Drevlin had said. Masenko gave his coins to Drevlin, and Drevlin gave both of their coins to the stable owner for a camel. They didn't have enough money for two camels, so Drevlin and Masenko would have to walk while the camel carries their bags. They went to a store next to the stable and gave the remaining money to the store clerk for some white robes with hoods and two white coifs, to keep the heat away. Then they began their journey into the desert.Chapter Three They traveled for hours, trying to drink as little as possible to make the water last. Eventually, they were in a small village inside the desert. There were tents everywhere and stalls covering the streets. Citizens ran all through the city, stopping at stalls for a bit, then going on. This village was moving FAST. "We're almost out of the desert," Drevlin said happily. Masenko smiled. Just the thought of getting out of the desert made him happy. It was hot and humid. And they were nearly out of water. They sat at the edges of the village. "These people could very well be cannibalistic. So I'll keep watch while you sleep. I'll wake you at dark," Drevlin said. Masenko nodded, then used his backpack as a pillow and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. After a few hours, Drevlin woke Masenko, then tried going to sleep, but it was too hot. Drevlin wondered how Masenko fell asleep so quickly. Drevlin lied in bed for hours, thinking about the quest. His father's journal said that there was a really hard test to get to the helm, but he didn't know what. He just knew that nobody had ever come back from the quest. That's how Drevlin's father went missing. Trying to find the helm. Drevlin got lucky to find his father's map and journal still at their house. Drevlin eventually fell asleep, thinking about his father. Drevlin woke in the morning to see Masenko covered in sweat. Drevlin felt his shirt. He was covered in sweat, too. "We need to get out," Masenko said with a raspy voice. "I-I know..." Drevlin replied, looking at the nearly-empty bucket of water. He took a small sip and stood up, immediately feeling dizzy.
THIS LAST PART WILL HAVE TO BE EDITED! Copy and paste didn't work so well for the last few paragraphs. :P
Drevlin ran through the woods, holding his bow tightly.
-They're near...I know it...- He thought.
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind him and he jumped with fear.
"Hmm...Are you a newcomer to these woods?" A boy asked. He was about Drevlin's age. He had black hair covering his right eye, and a shirt with long sleeves covering his hands. The boy's pants had one black leg, and one white leg.
"Erm...Yeah, I guess. I normally stick to the woods back in Saaruja." Drevlin replied.
"Saaruja...So you're a Saarujian?" The boy asked, and a slim stick slid down his sleeve and into his hand.
Drevlin instantly knew that this boy was a mage and that the stick was his wand.
"Yes, but I mean no harm. I'm just passing through this village. I'm on my way to Calarax." Drevlin nervously said, quickly sliding an arrow into his bow, just in case.
"Pfft...Why do you need to go to that place? All it is is a huge city filled with stuck up snobs." The boy said, putting his wand back up his sleeve.
"I dunno. My father was an explorer. He went to every city in the world doing tons of different quests. I was just wanting to follow in his footsteps, so I was just travelling through the kingdom to get familiar with it."
"Ah...An explorer...Dragon food. Good luck. You'll need it." The boy said, then turned around.
Before the boy took a step, Drevlin said, "Well...I told you my life story. Your turn, now. What're you doing here?"
Without looking back at Drevlin, the boy said, "You don't need to know. You'll probably regret asking if I told you, anyway." And with that, he walked away.
-What could that have meant? He just came and asked me questions, then leaves the same way he came in!? Weird...- Drevlin thought.
Then Drevlin heard footsteps behind him. He knew that the footsteps were coming from more than one person.
-Oh, no...It's really them this time!- Drevlin thought, then jumped into a bush.
"Where could he have possibly gone?" A man in a black cloak and black robe asked, frustrated. Drevlin's heart was pounding so hard that each beat was painful.
"I don't know, but we'd better find him quickly or...Or...I don't know what'll happen to us! Master will be so angry he might kill us!" Another man said, wearing the exact same black robe and cloak as the first man. There was a hood on the robe, and his cloak was slightly torn. The robe had no zippers, and they moved almost silently.
"I think he went this way." The first man said, then the crowd of at least twelve men, all dressed identically, ran in the direction that the mage boy left in.
-Hopefully he's okay...- Drevlin thought, then made sure that nobody was around when he got out of the bush. He put his bow around his neck and the arrow back in his quiver.
After an hour or two of travelling, Drevlin was finally in Calarax. The city was beautiful. The trees and grass were the perfect shade of green. There was a fountain in the middle of the city. The buildings were perfectly shaped, and they were indeed made by a very talented architect.
-Ah...So this is why father was here so much...I mean, look at this place!- Drevlin thought.
A young boy walked into the castle. He looked a little bit younger than Drevlin.
Drevlin walked to a small store.
-Hmm...This place has almost everything!- Drevlin thought, then saw a brown backpack.
He gave the shop-owner a few coins, then left with the backpack.
On his way out of the city, Drevlin saw the younger boy run out of the castle excitedly.
Drevlin ran towards the kid.
"Hey! Wait up!" Drevlin shouted.
The kid stopped, then turned around.
"Um...What?" The kid asked.
"Err...I was just wondering what you did in the castle." Drevlin said, then noticed that he sounded nosy.
"Not trying to be nosy or anything," he added.
"Oh, that! I just became a knight!" The kid replied happily.
"What!? How?"
"Easy. I just asked the king."
"And...He said yes!?"
"Yeah! Well, if I do this quest for him. He said if I lived, I'd be a knight!"
"What kind of quest," Drevlin asked, grinning.
"I have to find some helm. Gandor's helm, I think."
"Gandor's helm?" Drevlin asked excitedly. "I'm on my way to find that right now! Legend has it that Gandor's helm can give its bearer invincibility!"
"Really? Mind if I go with you?" the boy asked, smiling.
"I don't see anything wrong about that idea. It could actually be a really good thing!"
"Alright! I'll go get my stuff, then!" The boy exclaimed, then ran somewhere behind the castle, tripping and almost falling a couple times along the way.
Drevlin sat down on the ground right outside the castle and waited for the kid to come back out. Within seconds, the kid returned.
The boy soon returned with a black backpack over his shoulder, a sheathed iron sword on his hip, and an iron shield on his left arm.
"I'm ready!" The boy exclaimed.
"Alright! But wait a second. If we're going to be travelling together, we'd better learn each other's names." Drevlin said. "I'm Drevlin." He put his hand out.
The kid smiled and shook the dirty hand, then said, "I'm Masenko."
"Well, Masenko, let's get going!" Drevlin said, and fixed the backpack on his shoulder.
"Alright. You're all ready to go, then?" Drevlin asked.
"As ready as you are!" Masenko replied, still smiling.
"Alright, then. Let's go!" Drevlin said, taking the first step. Masenko followed. Drevlin smiled, then kept walking further into the woods, Masenko close behind.
The sun began to descend in the sky.
"What're we going to do about food?" Drevlin asked after his stomach rumbled.
"I have a little bit of deer meat from my house, but that's all the food I have." Masenko said, taking a three pound slab of meat out of his backpack.
"That'll do for the night, I think. There might even be enough for a breakfast tomorrow!" Drevlin said.
Masenko smiled, then gave the meat to Drevlin, then pulled tinder out of his backpack and lit a fire.
Drevlin cooked the meat and ripped a small piece off of it for himself, and gave a bigger piece to Masenko. Drevlin slowly ate his food, then looked at Masenko. He was sleeping. Drevlin smiled, then opened his backpack. He pulled a yarn blanked knitted by his mother out of his backpack, then threw it over Masenko. Drevlin curled up near the fire and fell asleep without a blanket, since he gave the only one to Masenko.
Chapter Two
The next morning when the sun began to rise, Drevlin woke up. He gently kicked Masenko to wake him up, then slung his bow over his shoulder. Masenko leaned forward.
"Mornin,' Masenko." Drevlin said.
"G'mornin.' Where are you going?" Masenko asked, looking at Drevlin's bow.
"Hunting. The meat you brought is enough for breakfast, but I'm pretty sure we don't have enough food for lunch. Or dinner."
"Oh." Masenko paused for a moment. "How can I help?"
"Can you hunt?"
"Well," Masenko paused for a moment, then said, "no."
"Can you gather roots or berries or something like that, then?"
"Um... Yeah. I guess so."
"Alright, then. I'll be hunting somewhere around here if you need me." And with that, Drevlin went off into the woods. After walking for a few minutes, he climbed a tree and took his bow off his neck. He loaded it with an arrow and sat back in the tree, waiting. After a few minutes, a squirrel passed by. Drevlin figured it was at least a snack, so he shot it out of its tree, straight through the eye as he normally did. Drevlin got out of the tree he was in, and put the squirrel into his bag. He then got back into the tree and waited again. In the end, he got three squirrels and a bird. He was satisfied. He went back to the spot where he and Masenko had slept the previous night and, to his surprise, Masenko had a pile of roots, berries, an occasional fruit, and a few plants.
"Whoa! You found all these by yourself?" Drevlin asked excitedly, staring at the pile with awe. The pile was about a foot high, and four feet in diameter. The pile wasn't very big, but it could feed the two for at least a week.
"Yep! Is this enough?" Masenko asked, nervously.
"Enough? This is more than enough! This is great!" Drevlin replied.
"Really? Back at the farm, if I got this much or less, I'd probably get punished."
"You would?"
"Yeah. Well, my family was trying to make money, so I needed to gather a lot. But here, we're just trying to survive, right?
"Yep! And again, you gathered a lot of food. And it tastes really good! "Thanks!" Masenko happily said, then picked up one of the berries and threw it into his mouth. Drevlin skinned and gutted his game, then returned them to his bag. Drevlin and Masenko sat where they were, talking, for what seemed like minutes, but was actually hours. The sun began descending into the distance, casting darkness over the boys. Drevlin's stomach growled.
"Are you hungry?" Drevlin asked.
"Very." Masenko replied. Drevlin smiled, then took out a small log from his backpack and lit it with some tinder. He cooked a squirrel, and stuck some roots and plants in with it, making a cheap version of a stir-fry. He split the squirrel into two with the knife he used to fletch arrows. He accidentally cut it uneven, so he gave the bigger half to Masenko, and the smaller half to himself. They began eating. It was the best dinner Drevlin had had in weeks. Masenko wasn't used to it, though. He liked it somewhat, but it wasn't as good as what he had on the farm. On the farm, he got beef, pork, and a lot of other stuff. But he knew he just had to deal with it if he actually wanted to be a knight. Soon after dinner, Masenko fell asleep, and Drevlin put the blanket on him once again, and slept without one.
In the morning, the sun was barely coming up. Drevlin quickly cooked the bird, then began crafting a blanket with the squirrel skins and the thread and needle he had gotten from the store in Calarax. Masenko woke up when Drevlin was halfway finished with the blanket.
Masenko yawned, then said "What're you doin'?"
"Well, we only have one blanket. And there's two of us. So I'm makin' another one."
"Ah... Well, you want me to go get some more food?"
"Nah. You got enough yesterday. You can if you want, but I don't think we can carry any more." Drevlin said, still making the blanket. He stopped, then said, "Ooh, by the way, I made breakfast." Drevlin pointed at his backpack. There was a small dish with some sort of skin covering the top inside it.
"Thanks!" Masenko said, taking the skin off, then began eating his half of the bird.
After a few minutes, Drevlin stopped crafting the blanket. He looked over at Masenko, who was wiping his hands off on his pants. "Well. We've been here for two days. We should get going." Drevlin said. "Yeah. Good idea," Masenko agreed. Then they packed up and set off again. After about an hour, they saw light through the trees in front of them. They were almost out of the forest. "Finally. We're in Kellik," Drevlin said, pushing through bushes. They stepped out of the woods and made their way through the town. Drevlin led Masenko into a small store. "You know where we're going?" Masenko asked. "Not really... But I have my father's journal and map. We'll be fine." Masenko didn't argue. They sold a little bit of the food in order to make room in their bags. The food they sold was close to rotting, anyway. Drevlin put the coins into a small bag that hung from his waist, then left the store. "Hmm... We have to make our way through the Kalariddian deserts..." Drevlin said nervously, looking at his map. "We're going to need a pretty good supply of water and some desert clothes." "Enough water to make it through a desert? Do you know how expensive that'll be!?" Masenko exclaimed. "Yeah. That's the problem..." Masenko got an idea. He walked over to a man guarding at the town walls. "Hey," Masenko said. "I'm on guard duty. Please don't talk to me," the man replied without looking at Masenko. "Well..." Masenko paused for a few seconds. "Alright. Bye. Sorry to disturb you." He walked back to Drevlin, who'd been listening as he looked through his bag. "What was the point in that?" Drevlin asked. "The point? To buy some water for our quest!" Masenko held out a pouch of gold coins. "Whoa! Where'd you learn to do that!?" "My friends back in Calarax." "Awesome!" Drevlin ran back into the store. Masenko went to the clerk and gave him the pouch of coins. The clerk's jaw dropped. The pouch was filled with the man's pure gold coins, some pure silver coins, and the some of the coins that Drevlin and Masenko already had in the beginning. "We'd like some water. A lot of water. As much as this money will get us," Masenko said. The clerk nodded and ran to the back of the store. He got some big canteens and began filling them. Drevlin and Masenko took the filled canteens. "Thanks!" Drevlin exclaimed, going outside. "Now we need something to help carry these... Like a horse. Or camel. Maybe a mule. If we carry these ourselves, we'll go through twice as many." Masenko nodded in approval. "I still have most of my money in my pouch." "I have most of mine, too," Masenko replied, taking his bag of money out of his backpack. "I think we may be able to afford some kind of beast of burden!" Drevlin exclaimed. "A camel would be the best for traveling through the desert. They have all their adaptations for the desert. Whereas a horse would get sand in its eyes or something like that. My father's journal said that there was a camel farm near the desert's gates." Drevlin studies his map for a few seconds, then began walking west, followed by Masenko. They stopped at some camel stables in the beginning of the desert, just as Drevlin had said. Masenko gave his coins to Drevlin, and Drevlin gave both of their coins to the stable owner for a camel. They didn't have enough money for two camels, so Drevlin and Masenko would have to walk while the camel carries their bags. They went to a store next to the stable and gave the remaining money to the store clerk for some white robes with hoods and two white coifs, to keep the heat away. Then they began their journey into the desert.Chapter Three They traveled for hours, trying to drink as little as possible to make the water last. Eventually, they were in a small village inside the desert. There were tents everywhere and stalls covering the streets. Citizens ran all through the city, stopping at stalls for a bit, then going on. This village was moving FAST. "We're almost out of the desert," Drevlin said happily. Masenko smiled. Just the thought of getting out of the desert made him happy. It was hot and humid. And they were nearly out of water. They sat at the edges of the village. "These people could very well be cannibalistic. So I'll keep watch while you sleep. I'll wake you at dark," Drevlin said. Masenko nodded, then used his backpack as a pillow and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. After a few hours, Drevlin woke Masenko, then tried going to sleep, but it was too hot. Drevlin wondered how Masenko fell asleep so quickly. Drevlin lied in bed for hours, thinking about the quest. His father's journal said that there was a really hard test to get to the helm, but he didn't know what. He just knew that nobody had ever come back from the quest. That's how Drevlin's father went missing. Trying to find the helm. Drevlin got lucky to find his father's map and journal still at their house. Drevlin eventually fell asleep, thinking about his father. Drevlin woke in the morning to see Masenko covered in sweat. Drevlin felt his shirt. He was covered in sweat, too. "We need to get out," Masenko said with a raspy voice. "I-I know..." Drevlin replied, looking at the nearly-empty bucket of water. He took a small sip and stood up, immediately feeling dizzy.
THIS LAST PART WILL HAVE TO BE EDITED! Copy and paste didn't work so well for the last few paragraphs. :P