In the Den

Ugh, my ankle! I am waiting here in a hut we found on our trip to the White Mountains. Oh, yes, I did say we. Let me tell you the whole story.

I had hidden away a pack to take on my journey the night before I was going to set out on my quest. Unfortunately, my quest did not start out on a good not. I was spotted by my cousin, Henry! Henry and I are notorious enemies. He was staying at my house because his mother passed away, and his dad did not have enough time or energy to raise a boy and work in the fields. I was forced to share my room! So, despite my attempts, he heard me wake early in the morning. Once I, well, I thought it was only me, had retrieved my pack from my secret den, he tackled me. Regretfully, he is stronger then I am, so my anger alone was not enough to pin him this time. He blackmailed me into taking him along on my journey... Oh, Henry...

Although unhappy, I trudged along the alleyways of a town south of Wherton lit by the remaining moonlight. After a while, we started to hear footsteps behind us. Panicking, we broke into a sprint. I tripped on a loose stone and sprained my ankle. Turned out our pursuers were meerly a group of sheep wandering away from the flock. That's what I get for letting Henry come along...

Right now I'm wondering what in the world he's doing. When I woke up this morning, my pack of food was gone, and so was Henry! How could he just run away like that with my food? I bet he diliberately gave a false alarm last night when the sheep were following us. It would've been a smart plan to run away... Why didn't I loose Henry when I had the chance?