The Storyteller - Adventure Stories

After a long two kilometres of walking, Zinah started to complain. "Why can’t I just air- or earth-bend myself there?" "The wind would send the trail flying," Saryn said simply. "And the earth thing would mess it up too." "But how far can this thing walk while shot and after a fight?" Zinah asked again, only to be shushed by Saryn. The trail entered a cave. Firelight came out of it, casting deep, scary shadows out in the snow. "Are you sure we should go in?" Zinah asked, scared. "We’ll be fine." Saryn pulled out an arrow and nocked it into her bow. Zinah gulped but slunk forward with her bodyguard. Saryn fired the arrow. A scream filled the cavern. "That was... not that monstrous," Saryn said, tilting her head. "Maybe..." She was cut off by a tan blur jumping on her and knocking her down. Zinah let out a scream, but Saryn stayed calm, pulling out her sword and slicing her enemy. The thing slowed, ...

"Woah... the wildlife here is amazing, Saryn!" Zinah picked a flower off the mountain. "These plants had to adapt to the cold in order to get the rich nutrients under the snow. Amazing!" Saryn smiled. "Yes, it is. Now, remember, we’re exploring, yes, but keep an eye out for distress. It can be anywhere." "Okidoki!" Zinah picked up a little ferret. "But isn’t this cute?" "I guess." Saryn hiked up the cliff. Noticing a shadow in the distance, she focused on it with binoculars. A red flag. "Zinah!" Saryn yelled over her shoulder. "A red flag! Distress signal! Come on!" Zinah shot up. "Got it!" She air-bent herself while Saryn flew her bird-like mount to the flag. Once they landed, they both let out a gasp. "My gods..." Saryn covered her mouth. Crumpled on the ground were hundreds of hunters. Blood stained the snow a dark red. One man was leaning against the flag, blood dr...