We arose early, with the first 9 suns, to the smell of fire.  Amanda was the first to reach the general store's door when she yelled, "the rivers are on fire!"  The smell of burning grape Propell made the air smell sickeningly sweet, a mix between smelling someone else's cooking and the distinct smell of Publix cake frosting.  The flying felines swarmed overhead, drawn to the aroma of the fiery waters.  I drew my sword, and Amanda her dagger, as we saw what was obviously an approaching army.

I finally found my way out of the cave.  The voice I kept hearing was that of Amanda Chesterton, a fellow traveler and she too held a weapon given to her by the same ghastly figure; a bejeweled dagger.  We wandered in this lush new land, full of gorgeous greenery and countless rainbows until night fell and we slept under a crystal clear waterfall.  That night, I held my sword close…something told me an uneasy spirit inhabited this land.