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We left with backpacks on our shoulders in the peak of the dark. Dean and I lurked carefully in the shadows, dodging the occasional dog or two in case they barked and caused their owners to wake up. I help a map in my hands, squinting at the names of the roads leading out of town. We ran left, right, right, right, right and left before seeing a large, painted sign saying 'Come Back Soon!'
"This must be it," Dean whispered, "Although we aren't coming back anytime soon."
"Alright then," I smiled, focusing at the map. "There are 3 roads leading out into the rest of the world at this point. Which one shall we go through?"
Now, this was a hard choice. I had a feeling that at least one of these roads were dangerous and risky.
This was, you could say, a game of luck, and only luck, as none of us had ventured out into the open before.
Dean inhaled a lot of air and held on for a while. Then he slowly exhaled it, "The left one."
Child, I was never sure if Dean regretted making this choice. I certainly didn't regret it. Years and years after we went down this road, I had a look at the other two roads. And let me tell you this: The paths we didn't take were so nice that you could build a town near it. The path we did take... well, that had the adventure and the danger I needed to quench my thirst.
We took one last look at Crossville then slowly made our way out into the world. Dean would never see the town again, however I would, but I'll tell you that story later. The path was long and narrow, and there were lots of sharp and pointy rocks that hurt your feet when you walked on them. We walked for what seemed like ages, when we came to a stop at the front of a thick, dark forest. Dean opened up his bag, fetched out a small oil lamp and lit it. The shine wasn't big, but it would have to do.
"Should we go in?" I asked, "If we walked back it would be too far."
Dean thought carefully as he swung the lamp gently.
"I say... we go in."
"This must be it," Dean whispered, "Although we aren't coming back anytime soon."
"Alright then," I smiled, focusing at the map. "There are 3 roads leading out into the rest of the world at this point. Which one shall we go through?"
Now, this was a hard choice. I had a feeling that at least one of these roads were dangerous and risky.
This was, you could say, a game of luck, and only luck, as none of us had ventured out into the open before.
Dean inhaled a lot of air and held on for a while. Then he slowly exhaled it, "The left one."
Child, I was never sure if Dean regretted making this choice. I certainly didn't regret it. Years and years after we went down this road, I had a look at the other two roads. And let me tell you this: The paths we didn't take were so nice that you could build a town near it. The path we did take... well, that had the adventure and the danger I needed to quench my thirst.
We took one last look at Crossville then slowly made our way out into the world. Dean would never see the town again, however I would, but I'll tell you that story later. The path was long and narrow, and there were lots of sharp and pointy rocks that hurt your feet when you walked on them. We walked for what seemed like ages, when we came to a stop at the front of a thick, dark forest. Dean opened up his bag, fetched out a small oil lamp and lit it. The shine wasn't big, but it would have to do.
"Should we go in?" I asked, "If we walked back it would be too far."
Dean thought carefully as he swung the lamp gently.
"I say... we go in."
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