The next morning when we wake up, we're all very nervous. We don't know what's about to happen or if we're supposed to go somewhere. They must not want us to go to the place where the room disappeared, it's far away and we have no idea where it is with all the plants and trees burnt. Everything looks different.

So we just go about with our day.

We eat most of the rest of our food and drink a ton of water. Neve and Anemos try to get some sleep, but I don't think they managed to. Other than this, we talked.

"So....what do you think we're supposed to do?" Terro asks sometime around the afternoon. I shrug apologetically and everyone else mutters 'I don't know's.

"Maybe we're supposed to go back to where the room disappeared?" Ignis proposes.

Nero shakes his head, "Can't be. How would we find it? Everything's burnt."

Ignis gives him a look, "I was just bouncing idea's around. Do you have a better idea, moron?"

Nero glares at her, "Actually, yes, I do."

Ignis rolls her eyes, "And what might that be?"

"Maybe we have to build a shelter."

"We're in a shelter idiot."

The two have a glare off and Kin has to sit in between them. Once she does they 'humph' and cross their arms like little kids, sticking their noses in the air. Terro rolls his eyes and we lapse into silence.

I look around, my eyes flitting over the compacted dirt and makeshift stairs that lead to the forest.

"Maybe we're supposed to go outside? What if there's a note or something?" I propose, not really believing that's what we're supposed to do.

Everyone shrugs and, since we have nothing better to do, we get up and walk up the stairs, which is more like an organized hill than a staircase. We step into the light of day and look around.

Nothing.

We trudge back, annoyed and frustrated.

"What are we supposed to do? Why won't they just tell us?!" Terro exclaims angrily, throwing his hands in the air as we storm back to our little spot.

"Stupid good-for-nothing little-" Ignis mutters, her voice lowering until we can't hear what she says.

"Maybe they're waiting for us to figure it out." Anemos asks quietly to nobody in particular.

"What?" Kin asks.

"Maybe we have to figure it out....." Anemos repeats, lapsing into silence, putting on his thinking face.

We are quiet for a while as we all think. Hmm.....figure out what? Where to go? What to find?

I can't make heads or tails of it, but apparently Neve can.

She suddenly snaps her fingers, making us all jump.

"Sorry." She says sheepishly, smiling.

I shrug, "Whatever. Why'd you snap?"

She smiles brighter, "Maybe we have to find the Black Serpents!" She beams at us, waiting for her idea to get praise.

I nod slowly as the idea sinks in. It would make since. It can't hurt to try, right?

"I'm in." I say.

"Me too." Nero quickly joins in.

Everyone else shrugs but Anemos, who has a doubtful look.

"How will we find them? They could be anywhere!" He says, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

Nobody speaks for a couple minutes, thinking of this new obstacle. How will we find them?

Suddenly, Frost's head pops out of Neve's hair.

"Hey Frost!" The girl exclaims, scratching behind the ferret's ear. "Haven't seen you in a while!"

Frost chatters enthusiastically and pushes against Neve for more love. The girl giggles and a wide smile appears on Kin's face.

"Frost could find them!" She says excitedly, "With her nose!"

Neve nods, "Frost's really good at tracking!"

"Yes!" Nero suddenly shouts, pumping his fist in the air, "We have something to do!"

Anemos chuckles and Ignis rolls his eyes.

"Lets go." I say, jumping to my feet and leaping up the stairs.

The others quickly follow, glad to have something to do, and soon we are all tromping through the burnt down forest, following a little white ferret who's fur is greatly noticeable amongst the ash and dust it is walking through. I'm not sure when Neve got him back. Probably right after the strategy round.

"How much longer?" Nero complains and we all glare at him. We have probably only been walking for an hour or so but he has whined at least three times already.

"Just shut up!" Terro growls, his irritated green eyes pointed at the water boy.

Nero mutters something under his breath and Kin stops.

We all stop too and look at her curiously.

She shrugs at us, "We should probably have a break and eat something, if only to shut him up." She points her hooked thumb towards Nero, who has brightened.

"Yeah!" The boy exclaims, plopping onto the ground and biting into one of the two fish he's carrying.

"Whoa there!" Anemos says, moving toward Nero and stopping him as he's about to take another bite. "Share!"

Nero grumpily waits until we're all sitting and then gives the fish to Kin, who cuts it with a knife she conjured. She cuts two more fish, our last ones, and passes them out.

We eat in silence. Nobody says anything, but that's okay. It's more of a peaceful silence, and once we finish we all get to our feet and keep walking, following the little white ferret.

That's the thing about silence. It comes in many different forms. Awkward silence, lonely silence, and then there's the peaceful silence. I think the worst silence by far is the lonely one, never truly silent because of your cluttered thoughts. Some people who have to much lonely silence get depressed and sad. They lose sight of what is bright and good about the world.

I have felt that, the lonely silence. I was depressed, right after my brother's death, and it was horrible, like you have a deep, yawning black hole in your soul, sucking everything bright and beautiful out of the world, leaving only darkness.

Dad saved me. He realized I was depressed and started spending more time with me, taking me on walks and going places. It lightened my mood considerably, distracted me from myself, but that time period where I was depressed left a scar on me, one of those invisible scars that life leaves on you sometimes, and I was never the same again. I was more nervous, anxious, and I wasn't as happy as before.

I got a cold slap in the face by life and lost my innocent eyes.

It was the saddest day of my life, when we got the news. I couldn't take it. It was like someone dipped me in cement and let it dry, making my limbs heavy with the weight, except the cement was the death of my poor brother.

He didn't see it coming. He didn't know.

He didn't deserve it.

I feel tears well up in my eyes but I force them not to fall. I'll be okay. He's in a better place now.

I feel the urge to let out a cold laugh, but I hold it in, not wanting the others to think I'm crazy.

Maybe I am crazy, that's not so bad. I probably got a couple concussions before and that hurts your mind, right?

Never suddenly gasps, snapping me out of my thoughts and making me look at her to see what happened.

I look up from the ground and see a familiar face smirking at me, his bangles jangling on his arms, which are crossed.

"We meet again, Snow Ferrets."
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You know what I just realized?

Hmm? Do you?

NOBODY TOLD ME IF THEY LIKED THE QUESTION THING!!! Nobody!

Come on you guys! Yooouuuuu caaaaannnn dooooo iiitttttt!

You have the power! Just comment whether you want me to continue or not!

Anyway, on another note, we are nearing the end of the story! Can you see it? It's beautiful!

Do you guys even read this part? Or do you just skip it?

Probably the latter, huh? Well, if it is, then you aren't reading this, so HA!

For all you people who actually do read this, YOU ARE AWESOME, CONTINUE DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!

And for all you people who aren't....I'm sticking my tongue out at you in the most mature way possible.

Until next time!
XOXO,
Rascal