The coldness bestowed upon them all. It crept up each one of their backs, it finally sent a trembling chill through out there entire bodies and into there fingers and toes.
"There was no going back," dale thought to himself.
Robert uttered a quick confirmation to dales thought, as he threw another stick into the fire "There's no going back now boys we are almost there."
Charlie was sitting down as close as he could to the fire with out burning himself.
"Don't fall asleep now Charles, you don't know what else lurks in those woods," Robert muttered.
Charlie rubbed his hands together, he reminisced as he said "I'm betting there ain't nothing worse than those damn worpels."
Suddenly a loud shrill, as the sound of a trumpet came from the mountain above. The three boys froze with sudden panic. No sooner had the trumpet blasted, had it come to a bellowing echo across the far reaches of the Fairington and then had bruptly stopped. Robert was the first to move out of his enlightened..
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