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The Boy in the Woods: Part 26

Michael and Bristol entered a small town while the others waited in a field outside. After the incident in the last town, they wanted to check this town out first.
“Do you think we can get food while we’re here?” Michael asked. “I’m hungry.”
“No,” Bristol replied. “First we need to see if this place is safe.” They walked slowly through the town, but they saw no one. “Is this place deserted?” Bristol asked as they walked by a row of what appeared to be abandoned houses. They got to the other end of town and looked at each other.
Michael shrugged. “Oh well,” he said. “I guess we could hunt tonight.” They began to walk back towards the other end of town.
As they neared the edge of town, they heard a high-pitched scream. They got through the last row of houses to see Oda, Bethany, Palesa, and Geoffrey running towards them. Following a short distance behind them was what appeared to be a dinosaur.
“What the hell?” Bristol cried.
“Over here!” Michael cried to their group.
The group headed towards Michael and Bristol as the monster continued to follow them.
“Are you insane?” Bristol cried. “Don’t attract that monster to us!”
“Get inside one of the houses,” Michael ordered. “Get into the basement.”
“What?” Bristol asked.
“Just do it!” Michael cried.
Bristol hurried off into the nearest house. Michael followed her towards the house, but stayed where his friends could see him.
After what seemed like ages, they finally reached Michael. “Get into that blue house, there,” he pointed as they approached him.
Bethany and Palesa ran ahead of Michael and into the house. Oda grabbed Michael and carried him into the house with him. Geoffrey was the last one to enter the house.
The group hurried into the basement in time to hear the monster slam into the side of the house.
They stopped when they saw an old couple huddled into the basement. Bristol looked as though she had been arguing with the man.
“No, no,” the man said as the monster slammed into the house. “Why did you bring him here? Don’t you know we’re all dead?”
“Why would we be dead?” Michael asked.
“That thing is going to kill us!” the old man hollered at Michael.
Oda glared at the man. “If you knew that monster was out there, why didn’t you deal with it rather than allowing it to torment innocent travellers?” he demanded.
“What was I going to do?” the old man asked. “I’m just an old man.”
“But you had a whole town behind you,” Oda replied. “Surely a hundred people can defeat one dinosaur.”
The man blinked up at Oda. “There was nothing we could do,” he replied. “The beast kept picking us off one at a time.”
“It’s called a plan, idiot!” Oda cried.
“That’s enough!” Bristol yelled at Oda. “Leave him alone.”
Oda glared at Bristol. “Why should I?” he demanded. “Now I have to clean up this idiot’s mess.”
“How?” Palesa asked. “How are we going to beat a dinosaur?”
Oda grinned. “I have my ways,” he said. He looked at Bristol. “At least, I do if you let me.”
Bristol sucked in some breath. “Fine,” she said. “I don’t seem to have any other choice.”
“I’ll help,” Michael relpied.
“Me too,” Geoffrey added.
“We’ll all help,” Bristol replied. “What’s our plan?”
“Michael and I are the brawn,” Oda said with a shrug. “We’ll fight the thing. But we need to get it away from the town first.”
“How?” Bethany demanded.
“I have an idea,” Bristol replied. “Palesa and Geoffrey can help me build something to get rid of the beast.” She turned to the old couple. “Do you happen to have any tools I can use for building? And any scraps that I can use?”
The old man nodded and pointed to a corner. “My tools are over there,” he said. “You’re welcome to use whatever you want if it will get rid of that monster.”
Bristol smiled at him. “Thank you,” she replied. “Come on,” she said to Geoffrey and Palesa. “Lets get to work.”
“What will I do?” Bethany asked.
Bristol looked over at her. “You’ll have to go with Oda and Michael,” she said. “You don’t have to fight, but get some medical supplies from this lady just in case they need it.”
Bethany looked over at the old lady.
“Upstairs,” the lady said. “First door on the right.”
Bethany hurried up the stairs to get the supplies. Bristol, Palesa, and Geoffrey followed close behind her.
“Now what?” Michael asked.
“Now we wait until it’s time to fight,” Oda said, laying down on the floor.

Questions for Writers

I found this list of questions here: I thought I’d answer them.

  1. Why do I want to be published?
    I want to be published because I want to make writing my career. I don’t want to need to get a full time job that could take away from my writing. And I want a job that I can be passionate about.
  2. What type of writing will I to focus on?
    I don’t want to focus on a single genre, but I would write mostly fantasy and science fiction. However, I also want to write horror and thrillers, YA, and middle grade fiction.
  3. What expectations do I have for myself as a writer?
    I don’t have a whole lot of expectations. I suppose I expect to make enough to not need another job. I also expect to put in a lot of work.
  4. Are my expectations realistic?
    I hope so.
  5. What is my ultimate goal for my writing?
    I want to be known as a good writer (as opposed to simply a good story teller), so I want to write well. I also want my story telling to be strong. Basically, my ultimate goal for my writing is to be a great writer.
  6. What knowledge do I have about the publishing process?
    I’m still learning about the publishing process. I’ve read a lot about it, but I won’t feel fully comfortable in my knowledge until I’ve gotten a few books published.
  7. What areas of the publishing process do I need to research more?
    How to actually get an agent, and how to know I can trust them. I find that bit kind of scary.
  8. What time of day am I the most productive? Atabout6pm-2am.
  9. What kind of writing schedule will I keep?
    Being as my writing has to fit around my school work, I don’t actually have a schedule. When I’m done school, I’ll try to write from 9-11 pm every night.
  10. Which authors do I most admire, and why?
    Tamora Pierce and Mercedes Lackey because nobody writes female characters like they do.
  11. How would I describe my writer’s voice?
    This is a complicated question. I’m still playing with various writing styles, so I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
  12. What do I really know? How can I apply my real world knowledge and experience to my writing?
    I know who I am and what I’d do in a given situation, so I know what a realistic response is and is not. I know history, so I can write historical landscapes and events quite well. I know philosophy, so I’m good at coming up with interesting thought experiments for my stories. And, this is very important, I know how to use Google to learn what I don’t already know.
  13. What skills do I have that will help me move toward publication?
    My university training has made me an effective writer. I have always been good at creating stories. And I know where to look to learn how to get published.
  14. What skills do I lack that I must improve if I want to be published?
    Nobody really tells me what they don’t like about my writing, so this is a good question. I think I need to be better at describing things. I also need to get better at editing (I hate editing), and I need to get better at social media.
  15. What kind of professional development will I pursue?
    I’ve been trying to get short stories published in magazines, but I haven’t had any luck so far. I would like to take some writing classes and join a writing group, but not until I’m done school. I also want to start going to writing conventions, but I’ll need to be out of school for that too. Right now I’m just trying to get my social media skills improved.
  16. What roadblocks am I likely to face in my road to publication?
    Lack of connections, lack of experience, lack of knowledge leading to mistakes, difficulty finding an agent that will take me on.
  17. What is my contingency plan if I can’t get published?
    I’ll probably go the self-publishing route.
  18. How will I build a platform–for either fiction or non-fiction?
    Twitter, this blog, Facebook, attending conferences, writing guest posts at some point.
  19. What goals will I set for today? This week? This month? This year?
    For today? None (it’s already 11pm). This week I want to get back to editing my novel. This month is almost over, but next month I’d like to finish my second novel (yeah Camp NaNoWriMo). This year (beginning next month) I’d like to write four books, and I’d like to get at least one published.
  20. What am I doing to increase my exposure, even before I am published?
    Social media. Soon I will add attending conferences to that.
  21. How do I plan to maintain my motivation during the rough times?
    Taking breaks, setting a specific time aside, reading what other writers have to say about getting motivated.
  22. How will I deal with friends and family members who are not supportive of my writing?
    I don’t have any of those to worry about.
  23. How will I financially support myself (and my family, if applicable) while I pursue publication–and even afterward?
    I will get a part time job for a little while. Luckily my fiance is willing to pick up the slack until I find success.
  24. Where will I go for writing support–critique groups, forums, etc.?
    Writing books and blogs for now. And Writing Excuses. Eventually I will have a writing group for support. And of course my friends and family.
  25. What might I need to give up to make this all happen?
    Nothing important. A few creature comforts.
  26. Where will I/do I write, and is it the most effective place?
    Wherever I can. I find it easy to write wherever my computer is able to be set up.
  27. How do I plan to take care of myself physically and mentally during my writer’s journey?
    The same way I do now (writing and working part time will be easier than my life is now).
  28. Am I a plotter or a pantser, and is my current system working for me?
    I started as a pantser, but I’m becoming a plotter.
  29. Will I focus on gaining minor publishing credits first (short stories, poetry), or jump right into full-length books?
    I’ve been trying to publish short stories, but I may just focus on books from now on.
  30. Under what circumstances, if any, will I decide to give up?
    Writing or trying to get published? I can’t imagine any situation that would stop me from either, but I’d stop trying to get published long before I’d stop writing.
  31. Will I consider self-publishing?
    Only if I can’t get traditionally published.
  32. What feeling do I want readers to get from what I write?
    That depends on what I’m writing. I guess a sense of wonder and adventure.
  33. What are the most effective ways for me to get inspired?
  34. Will I write by hand or on a computer? Will I use a word processor or specialized writing software?
    Computer. And I’ll be using Libre Office for my writing.
  35. What are the biggest struggles I face in this journey, and how do I plan to overcome them?
    My anxiety disorder. With great difficulty.
  36. How can I make my writing more authentic, more genuine?
  37. Will I enter writing contests, or not bother?
    I have in the past, but I’m not sure I’ll do so in the future.

How would you answer these questions?

Camp NaNoWriMo

I’m going to try Camp NaNoWriMo this April (though I don’t know how successful I’ll be as classes end mid-April and then I have exams).

Who else is trying Camp NaNoWriMo? What are your goals? Have you done it before? Were you successful?

The Boy in the Woods: Part 25

A loud noise woke the group up. Michael looked around to see rocks crumbling to the ground from the cracking roof.
“The roof is going to collapse!” he cried.
Bethany screamed loudly.
“Come on,” Bristol and Oda said at the same time. “We need to get out of here,” Bristol finished.
They all ran out of the cave quickly. Once they were outside, they were able to see what had caused the damage.
Rain was standing on the ground looking up at them. She was holding a rocket launcher. “Give me the wishing stone or I will kill you,” she called to them.
“What’s in it for us?” Oda cried back.
“Seriously?” Bristol whispered to him.
“Never mind,” he replied. “Just keep her busy long enough for us to get out of here.”
Rain raised her eyebrow at Oda. “Your life isn’t enough for you?” she said.
Oda laughed. “You can’t do anything to me once I’m dead,” he replied. “And I’m not dumb enough to keep that stone anywhere you can find it without my help.”
Rain scowled and pointed the rocket launcher at him. “Tell me where the stone is,” she demanded.
As Oda and Rain bickered, the group slowly inched towards the woods. Rain ignored them.
“Why should I?” Oda said mockingly. “If I do, you’ll only kill me because I’m not needed anymore.”
Rain shrugged. “Have it your way,” she replied. She put down the rocket launcher and pulled out a pistol. She pointed it at Oda and began walking forward.
“Now!” Oda cried when she was half way between him and the rocket launcher.
The group ran into the woods quickly. Oda followed slightly behind them. They could hear Rain firing her weapon and swearing, but they got well into the woods before she could shoot anyone.
They continued running until they couldn’t hear Rain anymore.
“Now what?” Bristol asked.
“I want to go home!” Bethany cried. “Take me home!”
“And risk letting that psycho near your family?” Oda replied. “I don’t think so.”
Bethany blinked up at him through tear-filled eyes.
“Oda’s right,” Bristol replied. “We need to get rid of that woman and her crazy king before we can take you home.”
“What about me?” Geoffrey asked. “When can I go home?”
Bristol looked down at him sadly. “You can’t go home,” she said. “You’re too young to live on your own.”
“What about me?” Michael replied. “I’ve been living on my own for a while.”
“Neither of you will be living alone from now on,” Bristol replied.
“Then where will we live?” Geoffrey asked.
“I don’t know yet,” Bristol replied. “But we’ll figure something out.”
As they stood there talking, they could hear a motor coming close to them fast.
“Hide!” Oda cried.
They all began to run and dive behind trees and into bushes. But Rain had seen them and had started shooting at them before they could get fully hidden.
Michael grabbed a rock and jumped out from behind the bush he was hiding in. He threw the rock as hard as he could and hit the side of the plane. The rock went right through the metal, causing a hole to form. He picked up another rock and threw it too. It smashed into the wing, creating another hole. A third rock hit the plane’s engine. Rain had begun to fly away when the third rock hit. When it fell out of the sky, the plane was far away from the group. However, they could see a pillar of smoke making it’s way up to the sky.
“Why didn’t you do that sooner?” Oda cried.
Michael shrugged. “I didn’t know I could,” he replied.
Oda huffed.
“Come on,” Bristol cried. “We need to find a place we can get supplies. Then we need to get back to that town and stop that psycho king.”

What are the Sins of the Fantasy Genre?

By which I mean what is it that makes a fantasy novel badly written? Why is this the case? And who among the known authors has committed these sins?

Which Holmes Brother is Truely More Intelligent?

Lately I have been obsessed with Sherlock Holmes. I go through phases when it comes to various story lines where one month I will want to absorb everything about a character and then I’ll forget about it for a year. So I guess this month it’s Sherlock (sadly there was about a three year gap of me caring on this one).

Anyway, while going through the stories, I noticed something. It is canonically accepted that Mycroft is smarter that Sherlock. In one of the books, Sherlock says as much, and he and Mycroft say as much in the BBC show. However, it is never actually obvious who is smarter. Sherlock and Mycroft assume that Mycroft is smarter, but Mycroft is also 7 years older than Sherlock. Growing up, they had no reference point for who was smarter because of the age gap. And Sherlock would have always looked up to Mycroft as his big brother. As adults, they seem to have kept that perception without having anything to go on. We don’t know what kind of grades either got, or how well they did in school, or even much about what Mycroft general excels and fails at (other than politics). When we do see Mycroft using similar skills to Sherlock’s, they are generally comparable. As such, we can’t actually say who is smarter, we can only say that both Sherlock and Mycroft believe that Mycroft is smarter, which is very different.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 23

“Grab what you can and let’s go,” Oda said when they got back to Geoffrey’s house. They all ran inside and began to look for anything useful.
“Ew,” the girl said as she dug through the dressers in one of the bedrooms. “Isn’t there anything fashionable in here?”
“Quit whining and just take anything that will be useful,” Bristol replied.
“Useful for what?” the girl cried. “Rags?”
“Let me put it this way: we don’t know where we’ll be sleeping tonight,” Oda said coldly.
“Ew,” the girl cried. “I am not sleeping on some cold, hard ground.”
“You could always go back out there and take your chances with Rain,” Oda replied.
“No way,” the girl scoffed. “She’s psycho!”
“Then shut up and pack,” Oda said.
The girl sighed and went back to digging through the clothes in silence.
“Will we need money where we’re going?” Geoffrey asked Michael.
“Mm hmm,” Michael replied. “Bristol is always complaining about how much things cost.”
“And we’ll need to get provisions somewhere,” Palesa added. “And eventually we’ll need help stopping the king. That may require money.”
“What’s a king?” Geoffrey asked.
“Somebody who ruled countries a long time ago,” Palesa replied. “But the king I’m referring to is just a greedy old man.”
“Oh,” Geoffrey said. “But why do you want to stop him?”
“He’s evil,” Michael replied. “He killed Palesa’s dad for no reason.”
“He did?” Geoffrey asked. “Are you going to kill him then?”
“No,” Michael said. “Killing’s bad. We’re just going to make sure he can never hurt anybody ever again.”
“How?” Geoffrey asked.
Michael pulled out his own wishing stone. “By keeping him away from these,” he said.
“Hey!” Geoffrey cried, checking on his own stone. “Where’d you get that?”
Michael shrugged. “I got mine from my grandpa to,” he said.
“Oh,” Geoffrey said.
“So…why were you asking about money?” Palesa asked.
“Oh yeah,” Geoffrey replied. “Follow me.” He led Michael and Palesa into the basement. They went into a small room with shelves full of canned goods. In the corner of the room was a small chest. “My grandpa kept this in case of emergency,” he said. He opened the chest to reveal stacks of bills.
“Wow,” Michael and Palesa said together.
“Is that a lot?” Geoffrey asked.
Michael and Palesa both nodded. “There’s got to be thousands of dollars in there,” Palesa replied.
“Let’s take the money to Bristol,” Michael said. “Geoffrey, can you show this food to Oda?”
“Okay,” Geoffrey replied. He ran out of the door quickly.
Michael and Palesa shut the chest and lifted it together. Michael let them up the stairs with the chest. They found Bristol digging through the cupboards in the kitchen.
“Bristol, look,” Michael said, opening the chest.
“Oh my god!” Bristol cried. “Where did you find that?”
“In the basement,” Michael replied.
“Wow,” Bristol said. She took a handful of bills and put them into her pockets. “Each of you, take some money and put it in your pockets,” she ordered them.
Palesa and Michael did as they were told. “Now what?” Palesa asked.
“Michael,” Bristol replied. “Put some money in each of our bags. Palesa, take some and give it to each of the others. That way all our money won’t be in one spot and we’ll all have something in case we get separated.”
Palesa and Michael got to work dealing with the money.
Eventually they had six bags worth of provisions to take with them all sitting in front of the door.
“Everybody take a bag and let’s go,” Bristol said.
“You mean I have to carry something?” the girl cried.
“Of course,” Bristol replied. “You have arms.”
The others each grabbed a bag.
“But I can’t carry that,” the girl complained. “It’s too heavy.”
“You haven’t even tried to lift it yet,” Michael pointed out.
The girl stuck her tongue out at Michael.
“Carry it or we’ll leave you behind,” Oda snapped.
The girl paled and grabbed the bag. They left the house together and began to wonder through the woods.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 22

As they ran, they found themselves next to a highway.
“Shit!” Oda cried. “We must have made a wrong turn.”
“Where’s the plane?” Bristol cried.
“How should I know?” Oda yelled.
“You were leading us!” Bristol screamed.
As they fought, Geoffrey wondered into the middle of the road. “What is this?” he asked as he jumped up and down on the pavement.
“Why couldn’t you remember where the plane was?” Oda yelled at Bristol, ignoring Geoffrey.
“Me?” Bristol cried. “I didn’t land the damn thing!”
“But you were ridding in it,” Oda replied.
“Geoffrey, look out!” Michael cried as he noticed Geoffrey still jumping in the middle of the road and a car ploughing towards him. Michael reached out towards the car and stopped it like he had Bristol’s.
“Monster!” Geoffrey cried as the car slammed to a stop in front of him.
A teenage girl with long blond hair and a summer dress climbed out of the driver side door. “What the hell?” she cried.
“What do you mean ‘what the hell’?” Bristol replied. “Were you paying any attention to the road?”
The girl scoffed. “Like I was supposed to know that there would be a child jumping up and down in the middle of the road?” she said. “As if.”
“Go away monster!” Geoffrey yelled at the car. “No eating girls!”
“Geoffrey, shh,” Bristol said to the boy. “No,” she said turning to the girl. “But other people do use these roads, you know. What if you hit another vehicle? Or a deer?”
The girl scoffed again. “Do you see any deer?” she sneered.
“Die!” Geoffrey cried suddenly. He jumped up and smacked the car hard with his make-shift fishing rod.
“What the hell, you little brat?” the girl shrieked. “Leave my car alone.”
Geoffrey blinked up at the girl. “But it was trying to eat you,” he said.
“Are you insane?” the girl cried. “My car was not trying to eat me! It’s a car!”
Geoffrey looked at the girl blankly.
The girl was about to start yelling at him again when a plane sped over top of them.
“It’s Rain,” Oda cried. “Come on!”
They began to run back the way they came as the plane turned around and came back towards them. The girl yelled after them, but her words were lost to a loud bang.
They turned around long enough to see the girl running toward them, screaming loudly.
“They’re trying to kill me!” she screamed as she caught up with them.
The ever growing group ran quickly in the direction they thought the plane was in. Thanks to the tree cover, Rain flew overhead, but didn’t shoot at them.
After about 15 minutes, they finally stumbled into the clearing where the plane had been hidden, but they were too late. Rain had discovered their plane and had used it for target practise. She was still circling the area, looking for them.
“Now what?” Bristol cried.
“We could go back to my house,” Geoffrey suggested.
“She knows where you live,” Oda replied. “She’ll find us there.”
Geoffrey thought for a moment. “Well…we need supplies,” he said. “We could just go back to grab a few things.”
“That’s a great idea!” Michael cried.
“What about your parents?” Bristol asked Geoffrey.
“I don’t have any,” Geoffrey replied.
“Really?” Bristol said. “You lived there all by yourself?”
“Yup,” Geoffrey replied.
“Hey, I used to live on my own too!” Michael cried.
“You did?” Geoffrey asked. “Did the monster kill your family too?”
“You can share your life stories later,” Oda cried. “We don’t have time for this.”
The girl whimpered. “We’re all going to die and I’ve never even had a boyfriend,” she whispered.
“Who cares about that?” Bristol cried. “Come on.” She grabbed the girl’s sleeve and began to drag her towards Geoffrey’s house. The others followed them.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 21

Oda flew behind Rain, close enough to track her using the planes radar, but far enough way to make it seem as though he was flying to a different destination. When Rain landed, Oda flew ahead and landed on the other side of a ridge.
“Now what?” Bristol said. “We’re still to far away to beat her to that stone.”
“We don’t know where the stone is yet,” Oda replied. “We’ll let her find it, then we’ll steal it from her.”
“Stealing’s bad,” Michael said.
“So’s enslaving people and taking over the world,” Bristol replied. “In fact, those last two are worse.”
“So we’re just going to steal from that lady?” Michael cried. “What if something bad happens to her?”
“She’s a bad person,” Palesa said to Michael. “I wouldn’t worry too much about her.”
“I don’t like this,” Michael said.
“You don’t have to,” Oda replied. “Come on.” He led the group towards Rain’s plane.
They had walked a great distance when they stumbled upon an old cabin.
“She can’t have landed too far from here,” Oda said. “Come on.”
The group walked towards the cabin on their way to the woods on the other side. As they moved passed a window, Michael looked inside. He blinked as he saw a young boy inside bowing down to small purple stone. The boy stood up and spoke to the stone as Michael watched.
Michael waved frantically to get the others’ attention, then he pointed at the window.
“What is it?” Oda asked as he stormed back impatiently.
Michael put his finger to his lips and pointed at the window.
Oda looked inside. The boy had left the room, but the wishing stone was still there. “This is going to be easier than I thought,” Oda whispered. “All we have to do is break in and steal the stone.”
“Now you want to steal from a little boy?” Michael cried.
Oda rolled his eyes. “He’s either going to be robbed by us or by that lady,” he said. “Which do you think would be better?”
Michael sighed. “Neither,” he said.
As they argued, they heard the cabin door open and close around the corner. They looked inside to see that the wishing stone was gone.
“Crap,” Oda said. They peered around the corner to see the boy walking into the woods. “Come on,” he said. “We need to follow him.”
They followed behind the boy as quietly as possible. Eventually he arrived at a near by lake. The boy looked around for a moment, then pulled a make-shift fishing line out from a hiding place. He sat down and began to fish while the group watched.
“Now what?” Michael whispered.
“Now we surround him and get that stone,” Oda replied.
“Why don’t we just ask him nicely?” Palesa replied.
“Are you kidding me?” Oda scoffed. “He took it fishing with him. He’s not just going to give it up.”
“It can’t hurt to ask,” Michael replied. Before Oda could reply, Michael hopped out of his hiding place and ran over to the boy. “Hi,” he said to get the boys attention. “My name’s Michael, what’s yours?”
The boy looked over at Michael, startled. “I’m Geoffrey,” the boy said timidly. “What are you doing here?”
Michael pointed to Oda’s hiding place. “My friends and I found your home while we were looking for someone. We saw your wishing stone through the window. Did you kno that someone was coming to steal it from you?”
Geoffrey shook his head. “What’s a wishing stone?” he asked.
“That’s what the purple rock you were praying to is called,” Michael replied.
“Purple…you mean my grandpa?” Geoffrey asked.
“Your grandpa?” Michael asked.
“Mm hmm,” Geoffrey said, nodding. “I found my grandpa holding it when he died. He protects me now.”
“Oh my god,” Bristol said, coming over. “And I thought you were naive, Michael. That’s not your grandpa, kid. It’s a wishing stone. It gives you good luck.”
Geoffrey blinked up at her. “But…why would someone want to steal my good luck?” he asked.
Bristol thought for a moment. “That’s hard to explain,” she replied. “Let’s see…well, there’s this greedy man who wants all of the wishing stones so that he can make a wish. The more stones you have, the more powerful they are. If you have enough, you can make wishes. This man…he wants to rule the world.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Geoffrey asked.
“We want to trade you,” Michael said. “We’re trying to stop the man from getting the stones. If you trade us, we can take the stone somewhere safe and nobody will come to steal from you.”
“How do I know you’re not the thieves?” Geoffrey demanded.
As he spoke, a whistling sound sped towards them. They looked up to see a long, round hunk of metal crash into the lake with a splash. They looked at where the missile had come from and saw Rain loading another one into a rocket launcher on top of a ridge.
“Now do you believe us?” Bristol cried. “Come on!” The three of them ran into the hiding place where Palesa and Oda were waiting.
“Let’s get back to the plane,” Oda cried. The five of them ran through the woods towards the plane they had abandoned.

The Boy in the Woods: Part 20


“So…what does that mean?” Oda asked Michael when he had finished telling them what he and Palesa had seen. They had left the town to meet the others in the protection of the trees.
Bristol snorted. “Obviously it means that he’s trying to take over the world,” she scoffed.
“How do you figure?” Michael asked.
“Well he’s clearly a power crazed lunatic,” Bristol replied. “And he want to make sure he has all the wishing stones so that nobody else can make any wishes. So he must be planning something big.”
“It didn’t sound like he was planning anything,” Michael said. “He’s just greedy.”
Bristol snorted. “I doubt it,” she said. “He’s probably just smart enough to not tell anyone his plan.”
“Gunther was never a smart man,” Palesa replied. “Michael’s right: he’s just greedy.”
“Well…either way we have to stop him,” Bristol cried.
“And how exactly should we do that?” Oda asked.
“Um…well…fist we should follow that lady and get the stone before she does,” Bristol replied.
“How?” Michael asked. “We never saw what she looked like.”
“Yes we did,” Palesa replied. “She was the soldier who ran across the lawn before we left.”
“Great,” Bristol cried. “Now we just need to figure out where she went.”
Oda scoffed. “She’s long gone,” he said.
“Don’t be so negative,” Bristol cried. “Palesa, do you thing you might know where she went?”
Palesa nodded. “But we should hurry,” she said. “Rain won’t have left yet, but she will soon.” Palesa rushed throw the trees back towards the town. The other three hurried after her.
“Wait up,” Bristol cried as they neared the edge of the town.
The ran into the town and through the streets to the other end of the town.
“Wow,” Michael cried when they got there. They had arrived at an airfield. There were planes everywhere, and large metal buildings too. A number of the robots were walking back and forth along the tarmac.
“What are we doing here?” Oda asked Palesa.
Palesa rolled her eyes. “What, did you think Rain was going to ride a horse to the wishing stone?” she asked.
“Well…yeah,” Oda replied.
Palesa sighed. “Only the common people are subjected to such things,” she replied.
“So now what?” Michael asked.
“Now we need to get to her plane and figure out where she’s going before she takes off,” Palesa replied.
“That’s great,” Bristol replied. “But how are we going to get to the stone before her?”
Palesa thought for a moment. “Do any of you know how to fly a plane?” she asked.
“That depends,” Bristol replied suspiciously. “Do you know how to get one?”
“She may not, but I do,” Oda replied.
Bristol blinked. “You can’t steal a plane,” she cried.
“Would you rather ask the evil king nicely?” Oda replied sarcastically.
Bristol sighed, defeated.
“Let’s go!” Palesa cried. She quickly ran into the airfield. The others followed behind her.

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