so i was looking through some older files and found these:

Failure.

Or success?

I charged toward the waves. I ran harder then I ever had, and was soon leaping onto a rock.

The rock was wet, and I nearly tumbled off. Would have tumbled off, except for Snoden Cove.

What? This must bad a dream. I thought as Snoden leapt to save Layra and pulled her ashore. I leapt to the bank.

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” I whispered.

“For what?” Snoden asked, handing me a dry cloak.

“Well, everything.” I whispered.

“Is this a dream? Fleck Apologizing?” Layra asked, winking.

“Is it a dream?” I asked. Layra pinched me, hard.

“Ow! Ok, not a dream.” I exclaimed, rubbing my arm.

Father was chuckling. “Let’s get going”

“Camp’s that way.” I said, and we walked to the collection of tents that was camp. Wilfred, Smalls, and a scout gathered around maps

so that was the alternate solution to TSotNW chapter 17, but instead i made the chapter a dream. this makes me smile though. see. i can write happy chapters

“Help!” I cried, leaping at the nearest bird. It threw me to the ground, and I whacked my eye on a log. Quickly getting up, I saw the prince battling away like Whitson himself.

I charged at the bird, but before I could draw my blade flaming arrows sailed over my head, gloriously ending the two raptors.

“Who… did that?” I panted.

Young Rex stepped from behind a tree. For once I laughed in relief, however Rex took it badly.

“What did I say?” He asked, a hurt edge to his voice.

“Nothing.. your good.” I replied as the rest of camp, awaken by my shouts, rushed onto the hillside.

“I’ll advance, see what I can figure out.” I said. I crept forward, pushing through the fog. Soon I was in sight of the camp.

It hit me suddenly. Bad memories. Memories of Bastille attacking me. I terrible sick feeling. I pushed it away, focusing on today’s mission and not on one nearly 14 years ago.

The camp was larger now. Shanties had been erected, the mess hall was larger, the mines- there were more of them. I shivered, slipping a preymark from my pack. Bastille forced me to take one everywhere I went.

I descended through the rocky hillside, my foot starting to ache. I had been warned not to injure it farther….

I soon came to the mess hall, pushing open the creaky door. I wove my way through tables. What am I doing? I thought.

I bumped into someone, a guard. Here goes again. I thought. But this was the same guard, and he grinned at me in recognition. I had passed!

I pushed past another guard on accident, this one wasn’t happy.

“Idiot.” I heard. I glanced over my shoulder, there stood Bastille.

“Who’s an idiot?” I asked.

“You are.” She replied.

“Humph.” I said, punching her in the nose. Bastille waited no time to pin me down, and was going to punch me when we both heard shouts and screams.

“A battle!” I yelled, leaping up. Bastille was already yelling out orders.

“You idiots there and there, you know your job! You five, stall,” I charged out the door, Bastille following. Time for battle. Time to prove I wasn’t an idiot.

that was the alternative to TSotNW chapter 19... i like it a lot.

so what do you guys think? do you think the alternatives were better than the chapters?

[also... Fleck doesn't swim good. {which is important later in the story.}]

-Fleck Cove!