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Thunder grumbled in the dark clouds as rain poured over the tall moonlit grass, quenching its thirst. Two figures struggled against the wind and rain whipping in their faces, a rich scent of wet dirt filling their nostrils. They moved briskly through the grass and from under trees. The leading of the two was actually none other than an animal—a fox. Her sleek, shiny white coat had been drenched and had managed to appear as a dirty gray. Her eyes fought to stay open,
“Are you sure this is the right place, Saybelle?” The girl behind her wrapped the black cloak more tightly around her face, shielding herself from the pounding rain.
“I’m positive, Ophelia,” replied the fox.
Ophelia sighed, she felt as if they had been searching for days with no progress. The weight of her drenched cloak was becoming unbearable to carry; she followed the fox’s trail through the grass, both of them too tired to question or answer.
A cave had seemed to grow out of the darkness a further distance away, which encouraged the two to quicken their pace. The form of the cave began to get clearer; a large mouth had appeared with toasty golden light glinting out from it.
“Over there,” The fox said, stopping momentarily, “come, they must’ve been waiting for us, we shall hurry,” She turned eagerly to face an exhausted Ophelia, her eyes softened.
“You can ride on me,” Saybelle offered. She kneeled down, bending her legs. Ophelia smiled, “No no—I mustn’t, you must be tired and on top of that my weight—
The fox interrupted her, “Don’t be silly, you look like you can use a lift, all this traveling through bad weather simply has no effect on me,” Saybelle had lied so confidently, that for a brief moment she herself believed it.
“It’s an offer hard to resist,” Ophelia grinned. She pulled herself over the fox and wrapped her arms tightly around her muscular neck, “Although—it actually looks as if you can use a lift,” Ophelia leveled her head with Saybelle’s, as she gracefully glided through the grass,
“Oh? Is that a challenge now,” The fox broke out into a mischievous run in response, which resulted Ophelia to bounce uncomfortably and straighten herself into a position more suitable,
“Hang on!”
“It’s unfortunate we can’t switch off, eh?” Saybelle finished sarcastically.

Their eyes had—over the past hours or so—grown accustomed to the dark, but intense light swallowed the mouth of the cave. As they continued to go deeper and deeper, they realized that the source of the light had been a roaring fire, its bright flames slithering towards the top and filling the air with gray smoke and a much welcomed warmth. However, the fire was certainly not all they had encountered—or had come for—through the flames two figures sat, waiting patiently.
The cave was much larger from the inside rather than how it appeared at the entrance, its ceiling stretched out into the darkness, the roaring fire could only reveal its depth so much.
“Thank goodness! We thought you two got caught,” One of the two boys had hurried over to Ophelia and embraced her thin body into a bone crushing hug, “Choking—not breathing!” She coughed as the boy released her.
“It is highly unlikely that Ophelia fall in their hands—so long as she’s within my presence,” Saybelle walked past the boy and collapsed near but a safe distance from the fire.