Caspian had been traveling for days now. He was worn out from the journey he was on. He was searching for the Lost City. He had heard rumor of it when he was in Jawan, and looked up the subject in the library. He had read about it there as well. That was when he was sure it existed and he wanted to find it. He had torn a map out of a library book to take with him to easier find the city. That was when he had been kicked out of the library. He gathered his supplies and set out.
He didn't want to find it because he was greedy, but because he, well, he wasn't sure why he wanted to find it. Perhaps it was the thrill of the adventure. As he walked along the path he noticed that the sun was going down. He sighed. It was time to make camp for the night.
He settled down beside a stream. Then he set up a small fire to cook some fish on. As the fire grew, he stepped into the stream to catch a fish or two. He ended up catching two nice sized fish. They would be enough for a nice sized meal. He was so hungry. He was setting the fish to cook over the fire when he heard a rustle in the bushes. He looked behind him and didn't see anything. He was a little spooked, but he turned back to the fire and finished cooking the fish. Just then he heard another rustle. "Who's there?" he called into the darkness.
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