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badly_knittedTitle: Into Darkness
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Willaway, Varian, Scott, Fred.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 500: Amnesty 50 at
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drabble_zone, using Challenge 448: In The Dark.Setting: After the series.
Summary: Just because it’s daylight in one zone doesn’t mean it will be in the next.
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
It wasn’t the first time the travellers had stepped through a gateway between zones and found themselves plunged into darkness. It had been mid-afternoon in the previous zone, but here, it was night; just another of the island’s peculiarities. Just as the terrain could be completely different from one zone to the next, so could the time of day.
So here they were, in the dark, and although they were all tired, they couldn’t just stop walking; this didn’t look like a good place to rest. The ground beneath their feet was a bit marshy, leaving them nowhere dry to sit. Fred broke out the heavy-duty flashlight, so they could at least see where they were going, and hopefully avoid tripping over anything, but they were still at a disadvantage.
“Lovely,” muttered Willaway. “Now we get to wander around in the dark, looking for somewhere safe to spend what’s left of the night. For all we know, it might be almost morning! We don’t even have the moon and stars to go by.”
“It’s not ideal,” Varian agreed, “but there’s no point returning to the last zone. We don’t know how long we’d have to wait there for it to be morning here. We may as well keep going, and hope we can find somewhere dryer, where we can make camp.”
“I just hope we don’t blunder into quicksand.”
“Is that possible?” Scott asked, keeping close to Fred.
“On this island, I’ve given up dismissing anything as impossible.” Willaway looked around, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “I hope there IS somewhere dry amid all this mud. It would be just our luck for the entire zone to be one massive swamp.”
Fred nodded. “Yeah, partner. One swamp was more than enough. Don’t need to get ourselves lost in another one.”
Thankfully, half an hour of walking brought them to a dryer, if stonier, region, and a short while later, they found a dry, sandy area among boulders, where there was enough room to spread their bedrolls. A campfire was out of the question, searching for dry vegetation in the dark would be too difficult, especially with the possibly of blundering back into the marsh, so they simply settled themselves in the darkness, and hoped to get some sleep before morning.
Tomorrow, they’d travel on, then wait until night to cross into the next zone, hoping it would be daytime there.
The End
So here they were, in the dark, and although they were all tired, they couldn’t just stop walking; this didn’t look like a good place to rest. The ground beneath their feet was a bit marshy, leaving them nowhere dry to sit. Fred broke out the heavy-duty flashlight, so they could at least see where they were going, and hopefully avoid tripping over anything, but they were still at a disadvantage.
“Lovely,” muttered Willaway. “Now we get to wander around in the dark, looking for somewhere safe to spend what’s left of the night. For all we know, it might be almost morning! We don’t even have the moon and stars to go by.”
“It’s not ideal,” Varian agreed, “but there’s no point returning to the last zone. We don’t know how long we’d have to wait there for it to be morning here. We may as well keep going, and hope we can find somewhere dryer, where we can make camp.”
“I just hope we don’t blunder into quicksand.”
“Is that possible?” Scott asked, keeping close to Fred.
“On this island, I’ve given up dismissing anything as impossible.” Willaway looked around, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “I hope there IS somewhere dry amid all this mud. It would be just our luck for the entire zone to be one massive swamp.”
Fred nodded. “Yeah, partner. One swamp was more than enough. Don’t need to get ourselves lost in another one.”
Thankfully, half an hour of walking brought them to a dryer, if stonier, region, and a short while later, they found a dry, sandy area among boulders, where there was enough room to spread their bedrolls. A campfire was out of the question, searching for dry vegetation in the dark would be too difficult, especially with the possibly of blundering back into the marsh, so they simply settled themselves in the darkness, and hoped to get some sleep before morning.
Tomorrow, they’d travel on, then wait until night to cross into the next zone, hoping it would be daytime there.
The End
