Three

Two days into our journey and all I did was complain. I wasn't used to walking for long periods of time and used that as an excuse to annoy the hell out of Nathaniel and George. I told them that we should've stayed behind and helped everyone out like how Luke did. I called Nathaniel and George a bunch of cowards for placing our well-being over others and Nathaniel snapped.

     He told me that I wasn't in any position to say anything since, "I'm a sheltered little brat with no sense of gratitude." He said that we were all lucky to escape with our lives, and that Luke was probably dead, anyway. I replied that he was just as sheltered and spoilt as I was and that didn't put him into any position to be self-righteous towards me. We argued back and forth as we journeyed and George, who was probably tired of hearing us argue, told us to set up camp.

     He asked us to go collect firewood as he carefully laid Donatello down and used his jacket as a blanket for him. I didn't want to collect firewood, but I also didn't want to argue any longer, so we agreed and went into the woods. As Nathaniel was actually collecting wood, I was wondering around, as it was the first time I was able to explore a wood. Nathaniel told me not to go too far, but I ignored him and kept wondering.

     I saw a pile of berries in the distance and told Nathaniel about my findings. He rushed over to me as I reached out for them. When I picked them up, a giant net grabbed the both of us and suspended us in the air. He blamed me and I tried to push the blame elsewhere, but our argument attracted the attention of two hunters.

     Two hunters, Paft and Caft, came out of the woods and were slightly disappointed when they found us, but that turned to anger when Nathaniel called them Daft and Caft. Caft laughed at the insult with Nathaniel, but Paft hit him on the head and told him not to. They then took out knives and told us to stay quiet. But as quickly as they took out their knives, they fell to the ground, unconscious.

     A woman came out of the woods and asked us about Donatello, whom we had mentioned in our argument while suspended. At first, we didn't say anything, but she promised to cut us down if we told her, which we did. She kept her side of the promise and cut us down. She asked us to take her back to camp, when we asked her why she wanted to know about Donatello so badly, she told us that he was her lover. Her name? Joan.