The Realization

A few hours later, I slump down onto a chair in the cabin and stare over at the sword. Swallowing hard, I try to ignore the unidentifiable feeling in my stomach. Why does it seem like such an important thing? It’s just a myth. I look over to the other side of the room, to where Gunther, Finn, and Dustin sit. They’re all talking and laughing.

            “Gunther, where’d you put my backpack?” I ask, wanting to get a change of clothes out of it. All three of them turn to look at me. Gunther stares over at me questioningly.

            “I never touched your backpack.” He says.

            “Then where did I…?” I trail as I realize what happened. “Oh no…”

            “What’s wrong?” Finn asks, looking concerned.

            “I just…I left my backpack somewhere…” I mumble, trying not to look too worried. Only Gunther would understand why losing my backpack is bothering me so much. That was my last reminder of home…And I lost it….

            “We can go find it in the morning, after the storm’s cleared.” Finn replies.

            Gunther nods his head slightly, showing me that he understands. He says something to Dustin and Finn that I don’t hear, then gets up from his chair and walks over to me. Gently, he places his hand on my shoulder.

            “Come on.” He mumbles, leading me off to a separate room, his hand still on my shoulder.

            “What?” I ask.

            “I know how you’re feeling. About the backpack, I mean.” He says. “I wanted to know if you’d like to borrow mine until we find yours again.”

            I stand there, looking stunned. I know how much Gunther’s backpack means to him. It’s just as much a piece of home to him as mine is to me. I shake my head.

            “Keep it. You need it more than me.” I say.

            “Okay then. Finn said we’re sleeping in here for the night.” He replies. “You’re sleeping over there.” He adds, motioning to the other side of the room, where my sleeping bag sits.

            As I look around the room, I notice that’s very small. There are no windows, and very few pieces of furniture. A dark blue, velvet couch sits in the corner. There’s an expensive looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a fireplace with a mantel covered in knick-knacks.

            “This room is…Interesting.” I say, still looking around.

            “I’m guessing this is their den.” Gunther says, unrolling his sleeping bag as he talks.

            I unroll my own sleeping bag, tired from the long day. My arm is aching slightly, but I ignore it. After a few minutes of struggling, I have it unrolled.

            “Good night!” I yell, and then climb into my sleeping bag.

            Staring up at the ceiling, I sigh. We’ve been out here for a couple days now…And I don’t feel any better than I did when I was at home. The thought worries me, and I quickly push it away.

            I close my eyes and slow my breathing down. With a slight yawn, I roll over onto my stomach and quickly fall asleep.

The End

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