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The Never-Ending Story- Part 1
Inventory wrote:
Backpack
Water Bottle (in backpack)
Knife (in holster)
He sat staring at the night sky, letting himself be taken by it's beauty. The stars just seemed to forgive all, and not care for petty mishaps and errors. He sat still, letting the darkness wash over him. In that small clearing, he would have been almost completely invisible. Only the light of the stars gave him away.
Sighing, Metunius got up slowly and stretched. As much as he loved stargazing at night, he knew he was taking a great risk by sneaking out of the village at night. The lands around the village were wild and dangerous, or so everyone claimed. Metunius hadn't seen anything more dangerous in theses lands than a wild fox that had wandered into his clearing a few nights ago. But, it was still best to be safe. Picking up his bag, he got ready to leave. But before he had walked more than a few steps, he noticed movement in the bushes and trees nearby.
Whatever was in the trees had been there for a while, and had most likely been watching him. It may have just been a harmless animal, but just to be safe, Metunius took his knife out of it's holster and started to back away slowly, never taking his eyes away from the source of the movement. The bushes rustled again, and a small fox stumbled out. It looked at him thoughtfully, then wandered down to the river, just past the clearing.
“Very odd,” Metunius thought to himself. It looked just like that fox he had seen a few days ago.
“In fact,” thought Metunius. “They're probably one and the same.” He started walking towards the river for some reason; curiosity probably. But after walking a few metres, he remembered that the villagers were probably missing him. He was already out later than he promised...
Choice 1- Follow the fox across the clearing to the river, just out of curiosity. He was already late, so why not just stick back for a few minutes and check this out. Besides, what could go wrong?
Choice 2- Shrug it off, and return to the village. The others were probably worried. Besides, if that fox had come down to the same spot twice already, it may return for a third time, right?