Larissa Monicana's Story

Emily heard a reply and shoved her flask into her bag. She sprinted through the undergrowth, slashing at tree branches that scratched her face. After a few minutes, she arrived in the clearing where the girl was. She skidded to a stop and opened her bag. "Larissa! Hurry up!" She yelled, rooting out a blanket. She pulled it out and wrapped it around the girl. "I'm Emily. What's your name?" She delved back into her bag and found a coat, hot chocolate and a hoodie. "Put these on. And drink this, it'll help." She raised her eyebrows when she saw she was wearing shorts. "Obviously not from the same time zone as us then. We all woke up here." Emily rooted in her bag and found some anti-septic wipes. As she waited for Larissa to reach them, she cleaned the scratches on her face and arms. "Come on, get up and walking. You won't have to worry as much about hypothermia."

"No, judging by the direction you came from, I should've just ran out. I'm sorry to cause you such pain... Larissa." She bowed. It was the first thing that her mother had taught her, and her siblings; never cause anyone inconvenience.
She eyed the tights. It was way better than the gym shorts, and she smiled apologetically at Larissa. She wore such inappropriate clothes for this weather. Larissa had probably given her her own tights, thus resulting in her wearing cold clothes.
She handed the tights back to Larissa. It was against her mother's teachings. Although she was tempted to wear them, it was just uncomfortable.
"Um, aren't these your tights? You don't have to give me these." She smiled apologetically.

Emily smiled a little. "No, they're not hers anyway.See, everyone here has a strange kind of power. For instance, Larissa drew you those tights. She is an artist. And, I, and the other writers, can..." Emily grinned and scribbled a few sentences into her notebook. A pure white lily grew out of the ground and blossomed, within the space of a few seconds.

Emily suddenly felt overwhelmed. She had just made a lily grow with nothing but words. It was snowing, when less than an hour ago it had been sunny. She had come out of her shell since she had arrived here, but now she snapped back into it. She was scared. She knew what monsters lurked in this forest, as she had wriiten some of them. She waited for the others to react, her voice suddenly gone.

"You gotta be kidding me." Emily muttered. She was frozen with fear, but she now knew why. She recognised the roar. She had written about it. "Shi..." She grabbed her notebook and scribbled a few sentences into it. Her dagger morphed into a sword. "Anyone want some advice? Run as fast as you can." Shee glanced at Larissa. "Trust me. This isn't a dream. Once the wolf gets here, we won't be able to run. We'll be like sitting ducks." She sighed and looked at the ground. "Things were getting boring in my story, so I wrote in a giant wolf that paralyzes it's prey with fear." She swung her sword experimentally. "I've got to fight him."

"Funny. In the stories, the friends stay to fight." Emily muttered. She noticed the direction in which Larissa was running and yelled after her. "Wrong way! That'll lead you deeper into the forest!" The wolf let out a roar that Emily was sure could be heard out by the river. Then it emerged into the clearing.

It was massive. It was twice as tall as Emily and then some. It's fur was jet black, broken only by the startling green eyes. The fur was shaggy. It's eyes were intelligent and bright as they turned on Emily. Then it growled and lept into the air. Emily let out a piercing scream as she swung her sword. She felt it slash the wolf and began to run, dropping her sword. She ran in the general direction of the river, tripping and stumbling. She never looked back until she stumbled onto the bank. Only then did she stop for breath.