Post by henry on Oct 16, 2006 18:21:05 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day in Fenrir's Wood.
The sun was shining, with not a cloud in the sky. There was a small breeze flowing through the trees, though, so it wasn't too hot or too chilly. The birds chirped, the butterflies buttered, and the llamas llama'd. Well, they would llama if there were any llamas here, but they weren't. Who knows, though, maybe there were some llamas hidden in the center of the forest, living in a secret llama society. There, they lived under the kind dictatorship of the Llama king, chosen by the people to rule over them with a spongy fist. The Llama king had made sure that their Dictatorship was allied closely with the Alpacas, because both the Vicuña and Guanaco were rumored to have done the same thing and were creating plans to attack both the Llamas and the Alpacas. Even now, it was said that some Guanaco spies were hidden in the Llama community, cleverly disguised. The four different armies quivered, waiting for just one thing to go wrong before exploding into action and storming the other cities. The Vicuña in particular were on edge, as they slowly watched their natural habitat run out of resources, and running out of space for their children to run around on. They desperately needed more space, even if they had to shove a different society into extinction. After all, Llamas were lesser beings anyway, weren't they? That was their simple logic. However.. the existance of those four societies in these woods were just a myth. Or were they...?
Anyway, onto a subject past some mythical warring quadrupeds.
The sound of human panting was heard, this fast paced breathing being produced by not being in shape and climbing at the same time. The person panting was a round little Hufflepuff named Henry. He was a bit overweight, and his hair reached down to his chin, soft and blonde. He was climbing up the slight hill, not much of a challenge for anybody in shape. With him, he had a small bag, carrying his lunch. He wasn't sure why, but a few of the kids that picked on him for his large size had invited him to a picnic in the forest, telling him to bring some food with him. He had been wandering around, looking for them for over an hour now. They had said it was only a ten minute walk into the woods.. He had ended up wandering deep into the forest, and it was quiet. Not one of those eerie city quiets, but a quiet that you still heard living things in. The small buzz that living things gave out rang through the area, but it was still a quiet that unnerved the fat little boy so used to city living. Being quite possibly the only human in the area made him nervous as well. He wasn't that unintelligent, he had figured out a while ago that the people had either ditched him or just wanted him to wander into the forest. Well, by now, the little boy was lost. He had no idea where he was, or which direction he was walking. He simply figured that if he went uphill, he'd be able to find the school by looking over the trees or something. So far, his plan hadn't worked at all. He'd use his wand, but he didn't know many spells that would help him out in a situation like this. Maybe throwing up some sparks, but it was day time and he didn't even think of it in the first place. He was more of an essay writer than a 'do-er' anyday, anyhow.
In other words: Henry was screwed.
Suddenly, he tripped. His foot had sunk through what he thought had been the ground, but it was just loose dirt and branches covering a hole between two roots that had strayed up into the air before digging into the dirt again. The glasses that had been on his face flew off, into a place just out of his reach, as did his wand. His lunch flew out of the bag, and sprayed all over the place, and he fell face first into the dirt. After a few second of shocked and embarassed silence, he tried getting up but found that his foot was stuck. Pulling at his leg, he found that no matter how he twisted his foot, it just would not come out of the hole. He sighed, and reached for his wand, but grabbed a branch instead. After waving it around a few times, attempting to help loosen his foot, he figured out that it wasn't his wand and that he desperately needed his glasses to see where his wand had landed. Sadly, those too had landed too far for him to reach, so he simply grabbed his leg with both hands and pulled. This was -not- his day..
The sun was shining, with not a cloud in the sky. There was a small breeze flowing through the trees, though, so it wasn't too hot or too chilly. The birds chirped, the butterflies buttered, and the llamas llama'd. Well, they would llama if there were any llamas here, but they weren't. Who knows, though, maybe there were some llamas hidden in the center of the forest, living in a secret llama society. There, they lived under the kind dictatorship of the Llama king, chosen by the people to rule over them with a spongy fist. The Llama king had made sure that their Dictatorship was allied closely with the Alpacas, because both the Vicuña and Guanaco were rumored to have done the same thing and were creating plans to attack both the Llamas and the Alpacas. Even now, it was said that some Guanaco spies were hidden in the Llama community, cleverly disguised. The four different armies quivered, waiting for just one thing to go wrong before exploding into action and storming the other cities. The Vicuña in particular were on edge, as they slowly watched their natural habitat run out of resources, and running out of space for their children to run around on. They desperately needed more space, even if they had to shove a different society into extinction. After all, Llamas were lesser beings anyway, weren't they? That was their simple logic. However.. the existance of those four societies in these woods were just a myth. Or were they...?
Anyway, onto a subject past some mythical warring quadrupeds.
The sound of human panting was heard, this fast paced breathing being produced by not being in shape and climbing at the same time. The person panting was a round little Hufflepuff named Henry. He was a bit overweight, and his hair reached down to his chin, soft and blonde. He was climbing up the slight hill, not much of a challenge for anybody in shape. With him, he had a small bag, carrying his lunch. He wasn't sure why, but a few of the kids that picked on him for his large size had invited him to a picnic in the forest, telling him to bring some food with him. He had been wandering around, looking for them for over an hour now. They had said it was only a ten minute walk into the woods.. He had ended up wandering deep into the forest, and it was quiet. Not one of those eerie city quiets, but a quiet that you still heard living things in. The small buzz that living things gave out rang through the area, but it was still a quiet that unnerved the fat little boy so used to city living. Being quite possibly the only human in the area made him nervous as well. He wasn't that unintelligent, he had figured out a while ago that the people had either ditched him or just wanted him to wander into the forest. Well, by now, the little boy was lost. He had no idea where he was, or which direction he was walking. He simply figured that if he went uphill, he'd be able to find the school by looking over the trees or something. So far, his plan hadn't worked at all. He'd use his wand, but he didn't know many spells that would help him out in a situation like this. Maybe throwing up some sparks, but it was day time and he didn't even think of it in the first place. He was more of an essay writer than a 'do-er' anyday, anyhow.
In other words: Henry was screwed.
Suddenly, he tripped. His foot had sunk through what he thought had been the ground, but it was just loose dirt and branches covering a hole between two roots that had strayed up into the air before digging into the dirt again. The glasses that had been on his face flew off, into a place just out of his reach, as did his wand. His lunch flew out of the bag, and sprayed all over the place, and he fell face first into the dirt. After a few second of shocked and embarassed silence, he tried getting up but found that his foot was stuck. Pulling at his leg, he found that no matter how he twisted his foot, it just would not come out of the hole. He sighed, and reached for his wand, but grabbed a branch instead. After waving it around a few times, attempting to help loosen his foot, he figured out that it wasn't his wand and that he desperately needed his glasses to see where his wand had landed. Sadly, those too had landed too far for him to reach, so he simply grabbed his leg with both hands and pulled. This was -not- his day..