Starlight (In need of major rewriting)

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Chapter 6

The sun started to set and we saw a hill. I don’t know how long we had walked, but it felt like ages. “I think we should stop and rest for the night,” I said. After Adahy had started feeling decent enough, I set him down and wrapped his arm around my shoulder to carry his weight instead. But even so, the long day and walk were tiring, and I’m sure they couldn’t find us now.

I set him down on the bottom of the hill and climbed up the hill with Ollie. We set our bags down at the top while Achak laid down beside Adahy, and soon, the both of them were asleep. Ollie and I set up a tent and two sleeping bags at the top from things we’d stuffed in our bags before leaving. The sleeping bags were set outside the tent because there wasn’t much space inside since we grabbed a fairly small tent- the only one that could even fit in our bags along with everything else.

While Ollie was fixing that up, I found a weeping willow tree near the bottom, not far from the hill. The strands of leaves dangled down, swaying slightly from the light breeze.

I didn’t want anyone to follow the smoke and find us, but we needed warmth, and cooking might be good, too, so and I grabbed some stones and some dry wood around, making a fire pit out of the stones and angling the wood like a campfire. I stabbed a fairly tall stick in the ground to the side of it, trying to twist it into the ground so it'd be sturdy enough. I tied another shorter but thicker stick to the tall one, making a right angle shape, or a half square, so that if we cooked meat we could put it on the stick because it was right over the fire. I put a handful of branches in the pit and put the rest on the side, just in case we needed it later.

Sometime later, Ollie came in, pushing aside the leaves of the tree and poking his head in. “Knock knock.”

I looked up and rolled my eyes at him. “You’re supposed to actually knock, not say knock knock,” I told him, continuing to set up the fire.

“I would but,” He attempted to knock on the leaves. “They won’t stay still.” I got up and walked over to him. I grabbed the bottom of the leaves to keep them from moving, pulling them tight but not hard enough to rip them, and knocked on the leaves. “See?”

“Yeah, but you can’t hear it,” He said. I sighed. “You just have to make everything difficult, don’t you?” I said, exaggeratedly. We both laughed as he walked in some more, letting the strands of leaves fall loosely behind him.

“I like what you did here. It’s nice,” he said, looking around.

“Thanks. It’s supposed to be like a kitchen.” I replied. He nodded, continuing to look around at everything I set up.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking at his hands. He was holding a makeshift bag from what looked to be an old shirt. “Food,” He replied. I grinned and walked over to the woodpile and grabbed the thickest log I could find. I had made a knife earlier by tieing a stone to a stick like a spear and doing it again with a smaller stick. I used the spear to sharpen my knife the best I could, but it wasn't too sharp. I'd have to work on it later.

I took my knife and scraped at the wood until it was kind of smooth. It was flat at least. Then I turned it over and did it again to the other side. When I was finished, it was like a table with round sides, but a flat top and bottom. I set it down and put 3 logs around it.

“Wait-aren’t there four of us?” Ollie asked, looking at me confused.

“There were only three left,” I said, “Plus, somebody has to cook the food.” The logs were a bit wet from previous rain, so I let them sit, hoping they’d dry before dinner. I made a shelf, though it only had two shelves that weren't that deep in but enough to hold something. “Put them there,” I said, pointing at the top shelf. It was sitting on the ground since I couldn’t hang it on a wall. He crouched down and put them on the small shelf, but the seeds rolled off. He caught them before they hit the ground, thankfully. I took them from him and put them behind the plants to prevent them from rolling off.

“I’m going to go get some more things to eat,” Ollie said, leaving the tree area.

“Okay, be back soon,” I called after him, then left the tree too. I walked over to where Achak and Adahy were laying in the grass. I picked up Achak in my arms and carried her up the hill, her long, dark hair dangling down and tickling my arm as I set her down in the tent. We had covered the grass with a thin blanket earlier so the floor of the tent was covered. I walked back down and scooped up Adahy in my arms. Since they lived outside their whole life, they were used to hunting their own food and not eating much. I furrowed my eyebrows in worry at how thin they were.

I walked up the hill and gently set him down by Achak. I took a thicker, warmer blanket from our bags that Ollie had put by the entrance of the tent and draped the blanket over them.

When I got back to the tree, Ollie was already inside. He had put wild berries, flowers, and onion grass on the shelf. I smiled. “Looks like you found something.”

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling at his achievement. I grabbed a cleanly cut wooden bowl from the few Achak packed. “Can you go find some water and fill this please?” He took the bowl from my hands, “Okay, be back in a bit.” I looked around and noticed a canteen sitting in the corner of the shelf Ollie must've put and called out to him, "Wait, one more thing!" He ducked his head in and took the canteen from me holding it out.

He came back not long later. “Found a creek not far from here. I think we should bathe there later. Adahy brought a bar of soap and you could weave some grass as a washcloth.

“That could work... ‘kay, I’ll cook dinner and then weave some grass. While I’m cooking, mind going and getting some grass for me? Thanks,” I said, taking the bowl with water carefully from him. I set the berries in it and put them on the shelf. I grabbed my spear and knife as Ollie left, sharpening one end of my knife more and then cutting the plants into smaller pieces. When I was finished, I put them all in a slightly larger wooden bowl than the one with water. I rolled the berries around in the water and took out a bright red one. I grabbed a couple more of the same kind and walked over to the food bag Adahy had brought. I didn’t want the bread to go stale so I took some bread out. I took the bag it was in and smashed the berries, then put them in the bag, ripping a small hole in the corner of the bag and squeezing the berry jam on the bread through the hole like frosting and put it on the plants. I put 3 bowls on each log and 1 more on the floor for myself, setting the bread with jam on the salad before getting up and leaving, heading up the hill.

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