Goals: To get enough points in kirs quest to buy ivik eggs.() I wrote this!: WHEN I'M ON VACATION, LIKE NOW UNTIL THE DAY BEFORE EASTER, WHENEVER THAT IS FOR YOU, STAFF, I NEED TO USE A DIFFERENT COMPUTER. The Adventure Aranca, a ginger paor, hopped along with her long legs. Hatte, a amber kurrabi, however, was still way ahead. “Hey, wait up!”, Aranca called. " Im coming! Lets go! I thought you could be quick with me!"Hatte called. “I’m supposed to be training you for the Quest, remember?” she chuckled. “Well you are quick creatu from the mountains of Relcore!” Aranca lived with the Paor tribe, a tribe who’s legs were very flexible from navigating the treacherous terrain. Aranca was the only exception. She was deathly afraid of falling down the mountain, and insisted on staying in the cave where the Paors made residence. Hatte was as skilled a Kurrabi as you could find. She lived in a valley near the Paor’s territory, and therefore was better in the mountain area than Aranca. Hatte was a sweet and kind female kurrabi and not at all mischievous.The Paors often asked her to train the most troublesome adolescents of their tribe, and Aranca was a special case. Because of the prophecy, of course. The Decipherer, the Paor in the tribe who had the power to predict the future, had made a large prophecy about Aranca and Hatte. Hatte remembered it like it was yesterday. Actually, it was yesterday. The messenger, a young natural paor, had streaked down to her, invited her for dinner, and told her about a new paor that needed training. Hatte was quick to accept, and later that day she had arrived at the door of the cave. There he met Aranca, the nervous, timid little paor that, according to the leader, was the one she was to train. When they all gathered around the fire, the Decipherer suddenly stood up. His eyes began to glow turquoise, and he had a strange aura. Aranca leaped up in surprise as he began to speak. “The Terror is coming. The amber and the ginger are destined to be with each other when they save the Tribe. By surprise the Terror comes, and soon!” Everyone seemed to know that the prophecy meant Hatte and Aranca, and that was why Hatte ended up bounding across the valley. Aranca stopped, catching her breath. Hatte bounded forward, but then looked back to see where Aranca was. She sighed. “You will need to work harder than that if you want to face the Terror.” she said. Aranca looked up at her with a blank ex[injection]pression. “This is a serious matter!” she yelled. Aranca’s eyes widened. “I know! I am careful!.” Hatte said and turned around. Hatte head slammed into a rock wall that definetly wasn’t there before. Her foot slipped into a pit that also hadn’t been there. “Aranca!!” she yelled. Then she fell, and all was black. Aranca stared at the spot Hatte had been. Then she peered down into the swirling void where she had disappeared. “Well, she would do the same for me.” she mumbled. Aranca held her breath and jumped. Darkness was all around her. She thought she heard voices. Yet she looked up at the circle of daylight above her. It gave her hope. “For Hatte!” she screamed, and she thought she heard a voice from below her say, “Thanks!” After a while of just falling and falling, Aranca finally caught up with Hatte. They smiled at each other right before they hit the bottom. As they sat up a giant Calico vogar stalked forward through the darkness. He was 20 times the size of a regular vogar, and therefore 20 times more frightening. When he spoke, his voice was like knives. “I am the Terror.” he said. “The only way to save your world from me is to escape from the Suprising Void. But, no one ever has!” he laughed, which was even worse than talking. Hatte’s heart raced. Get out of this dark void when no one else ever has? But with Aranca she could do anything!“Aranca.” she whispered, “Get on my back!” “What?” Aranca asked, but obeyed anyway. Hatte stood up as tall as she could with Aranca’s weight, and said in the vogar’s face, “Try me.” Terror laughed again. Hatte, fueled with a new determination, darted straight under Terror’s legs. He whipped his tail around at them, but Hatte jumped on top of it and ran up his tail, up his back, and up his bent head. Staring at the light above, she jumped. It was like flying. They raced up, towards the circle of daylight. Aranca even got off Hatte’s back and started flapping her wings. The circle got bigger, until it was right in front of them… They burst out of the Void in a frenzied heap. Aranca danced around, half in the air and half on the ground. “We did it!” she yelled. Hatte panted. “Yeah. I guess we did.” Then she turned around. She gasped. They were in front of the Paor Tribe’s cave! She looked back around. But… but the Void had been so far away! Hatte gasped again. As far as the eye could see, was the Void. “So… that’s what Terror was taking about when he said we needed to save our world.” Aranca snapped back into attention and stared out at the black expanse. Then, right before their eyes, the Void began to shrink. Aranca and Hatte followed the edge. As the Void approached its last feet, a cry erupted from the black speck. Then it stopped, right as the Void disappeared. Hatte and Aranca were glad, the cry was clearly Terror’s. Aranca glanced at Hatte. “So… WE DID IT!” Aranca yelled suddenly. Hatte joined in her chants, and when they finally calmed down, they heard footsteps. They turned around. There behind them, was Decipherer. “You have fulfilled the prophecy.” he said, smiling.
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