Chapter Five
Grace woke up, lying down on the cave floor. "How did I get here?" Grace wondered aloud. She stood up, slowly, as to not fall over. She walked over to the small stream running along the cave and got something to drink. Surprisingly, it was safe. She grabbed a pistol from a pile of pistols in the corner and strided outside into the sunlight. It was brighter than usual.
She pulled out her pistol, loaded it with a couple shots, and wandered around the beach, shooting crabs whenever she came across them. She was collecting the crab meat. It wasn't the most appealing choice, but it was all she had. She gathered up the meat and returned to her cave. She started a fire and cooked the crab meat. Surprisingly, it was the best thing she had tasted. (She was really hungry.)
When she finished her meal, she stepped outside the cave. She looked at where she was faced with the challenge the night before. There lay four sticks, in perfect shape. She picked them up, and returned to her cave.
It was a cold day that day, even though the sun was out. She had to keep a fire roaring, or she would freeze. The cave didn't help either. Caves are always cold, and the fact that it was a windy day didn't make it any better.
She placed the four sticks in the fire. She left the cave to go find more sticks. When she returned to the entrance of the cave, she saw it was smoking. "NO! Don't burn!!" She ran inside as fast as lightning, ran to the stream, got some water, and threw it at the fire. That just made it burn harder. "NO! Not now!!" The smoke was getting thicker, and Grace started coughing. "No! This is the only place I have to live on this forsaken island!!"
She ran outside, yelling in anger at how she could just leave the fire roaring like that. Coughing, she fell to the sand. "Wait a minute.. this is where I was yesterday..." She ran her finger under the sand, and found the four sticks she put into the fire under a thin layer of sand. "What... didn't I.. burn these?" She picked up the sticks, and tried to twist them together. That's when she saw that there was a piece of paper on the sand.
"Only those of true spirit may twist these."
"What's tha supposed to mean?" She twisted the sticks together. They went easily, and stuck. A green mist surrounded her.
"Ah, finally! I can breathe! Hello, Pure of Spirit..."
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