Budding Strife

Despite my frustration when I was a child, I’m glad that my parents kept me busy every second of the day with countless events and activities. One of the more pivotal groups they put me into was the Boy Scouts. Unlike every other troop that sold popcorn to fund their activities, my troop sold Christmas Trees. We never We were so successful, that we never had to do anything else. Of course, as a kid, I didn’t really understand the importance of the event. All I cared about was the yearly ski trip.

While the rest of the troop all went to Public Schools, that trip meant I got to play hooky from school, and my parents didn’t mind. Of course, in order to qualify for the trip, I needed to man the tree lot for a certain number of hours. And even though selling the trees was annoying, I was always willing to serve my time to snag myself a trip on the hills.

However, a sliver of my mind snatched that memory and twisted it into a situation where the leader of an expedition demanded that his people continue their march through the mountains. Unfortunately for him, his crew are unwilling to blindly follow his whims, despite the power he wields.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

Budding Strife

One of the trailing members of the expedition leaned against the rough stone of the pass as a groan tore from his throat. “We’re tired”

“It’s irrelevant.”

“Not to us!”

With a scowl, the expedition’s leader paused and glanced over his shoulder. “Thankfully, we don’t have that much farther to go.” He slammed the butt of his staff against the rocky ground and a warm light washed over everyone. “Let’s finish crossing this treacherous path.”

“That’s a good reason to set up camp,” another voice said, “since the moon is incapable of lighting the way.”

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