Zoriezla did not sleep at all after that event occurred. She gazed, completely unfocused, out the dirty window of her cottage, waiting for the sun to rise as she absent-mindedly scrawled in her notebook.
Three hours later…
Zoriezla strolled out the cottage’s small door. She then spotted another young elf quickly walking towards her. It was one of her best friends, Byzerrydo Zalschréga.
“Hello,” he greeted her, staring at the sky, as if expecting something to fall from it. His pale blue eyes then traveled down, at Zoriezla’s bedraggled hair and red eyes.
“You look-” he began.
“Terrible. I know,” Zoriezla briskly finished his sentence. “I barely slept last night.”
“Yes, I’m highly aware of that. I saw everything,” he replied.
“No,” Zoriezla informed him, and began pacing in a circle. “You did not. You saw it happen. However, you don’t know what they’re going to do. I saw it. They’re going to ambush Club Penguin Island… and somehow, I’m involved in it. So is world domination… I-”
“Zoriezla!” Byzerrydo exclaimed in absolute bewilderment. “Who is this ’they’ you speak of?”
“I DON’T KNOW!” Zoriezla screeched. She felt the strange, green splotches in her eyes blazing like the fire of a Kazerreshrida dragon.
Byzerrydo stepped back in fear. “Calm down,” he commanded, his voice shaking. “Just… stop.”
Zoriezla did not listen to this remark-in fact, she did not even hear it. She was lost in her own mind, pondering everything those elves had said.
I can’t let them do it, she told herself for the second time that morning. She walked absentmindedly into her cottage. She picked up her staff, which lay on the floor. She then walked outside…
Zoriezla felt freezing water dripping down her face. She twirled around gracefully and aimed her staff at Byzerrydo furiously.
“BYZERRYDO!” she yelled. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
A white flash bedazzled Zoriezla for a moment. She soon came to the realization that Byzerrydo had left.
Why… why did he do that? she thought, unable to think straight. She walked back into her cottage to retrieve her notebook. However, before she could do so, she dropped herself on the cold, hard floor and fell asleep immediately.
* * *
When she awoke three hours later, she picked up her notebook and strode outside.
“Byzerrydo?” she called out.
Byzerrydo suddenly busted out the front door of his cottage. His straight blond hair looked slightly damp, and droplets of water trickled down his face.
“What?” he replied.
I was going to the forest to speak with Drizeirriviye,” Zoriezla informed him. (Drizeirriviye was a Kazerreshrida dragon, and one of Zoriezla’s best friends.) “Would you like to join me?”
“Sure,” Byzerrydo replied.
He pulled out his staff as Zoriezla whipped out hers.
Zoriezla closed her eyes. In her mind, she could picture the mouth of the cave that Drizeirriye and his family inhabited.
Focusing on that, she raised her staff in the air and yelled, “Poof poof!”