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Chapter 6?
I see the others get to work and I go the opposite direction everyone else is going. I crouch low as I tread through the thick snowy ground. I grab my bow out when I see an egg. Chicken! I stumble up the nearest tree and look around. The terrain looks exactly the same. I shiver into my leather armor, when I spot a flash of red. I jump into the snow on the ground, to realize it's as high as my knees. I move as quickly as I can towards the flash of red. It starts to become a challenge to walk. I shoot an arrow towards the creature lurking on the frozen tundra. I grab the chicken's meat and move backwards toward the tree. When I climb back up, I realize this was the wrong tree. I look around the icy ground for land marks, but I see none. I scream for help. "Challenger, Metazard, ANYONE!" I crawl farther into the leaves. Im lost. I don't really want to admit it, but I'm lost. "I hate the tundra. I will never set foot in one again. I wish they would disappear off the face of Minecraftia." I mumble to myself. Little do I know, challenger was running below, looking for my scared scream. Back at camp, a fire was being sparked together, and the the others huddle closer to it. "Kittens, have you seen Silver? I've looked everywhere for her." Uciha asks nervously. Kittens shakes her head. Uciha looks worriedly about the taiga. Awesomeboo was being fed freshly roasted pork and she was slumped on a tree stump. Metazard had killed two pigs found in the tundra and had hit them with a make-do sword. The camp was warm and tents were ready to set up. Back in the tree I was dozing off. "No... Don't sleep.... I could die.... if I sleep...." I think warm thoughts, but I always find something that could go wrong. Then I think a thought that makes me worried. What if the warriors break up? "I never want us to break up... We'll be together. I like being with them... They care for me." Right then, my head turns up. I jump down into the snow. My friends need me. And I need them. I grab my bow and sharpen arrows. I knock down the tree and start to make a shelter. Someone will find me. As challenger roamed the icy plains to find a camp again, it's like a mirror maze. Everything like the next. It had started snowing, so there was no trail to follow. "Maybe I shouldn't have looked for her.." He turns back where he thought was camp and ran. Smoke wisped into the sky that way, though that was unnoticeable in this storm. At camp everyone was in the new tents, sharing stories to pass the time. "...And that's how I met Silver." Uciha ends. As challenger approaches, he finds a wooden shelter with a fire. He cautiously approaches the fire and sits down. I was sleeping in the tent, forgetting the hazards of sleeping. A figure in the darkness signals to a group of creatures. "We will get them all... One by one." The voice says in the darkness. By now, challenger was weary, and had fallen asleep by the fire, with his leather cap burning off his head. The figure moved closer and spiders followed. Spiders wrapped us up in string, followed by rope. The rope was knotted tightly around me and challenger, and the spiders moved away across the snow, following the black figure. My eyes slowly grow accustomed to the darkness. "Huh?" I look around and see challenger sprawled on the stony floor. "Get up... Challenger, wake.. up. Challenger lifts his head and looks around. "Where are we? Why aren't the others here?" Challenger wonders. "I remember *cough cough* sitting in my tent. What about *cough* you?" He tells me about finding a fire and sleeping beside it. I giggle at him as I look at his head. "You burned your hat off." I sit against the stone wall to which I'm bound. My hands were cuffed to the wall, and challenger was stuck to the food, bound by metal chains. The floors were mossy, and there was only the dim light of a torch giving any clue of the surrounding area. "I hope you enjoy your stay." The voice echoes around the room. Then a two identical potions are tossed in. "Drink up!" The voice laughs menacingly. I study the potion. My throat is parched dry as a desert. I don't notice anything wrong with it in the dim light. I gulp it down and the last thing I hear is, "Golden, No!" Now only one thing is recited in my head. Serve Lord Arachnid.