You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
"Me and my dad decided to go on an adventure; I say as tears start to boil up in my eyes. "Me and my dad settled in a cave one night, when we got separated..."
I say, trying to hide the fact that I'm basically sobbing because it hurts me so much to tell this story. "I wandered until I found this small village... Which brings us to now."
