The sun pierced down on the crew of five as they followed the map the doctor had given them. Cindie felt like she was going to melt. Atlas was their map keeper, and he led them the best that he could. He was an amazing compass!

"Italzi, I can't walk any longer. Can we pleeeaseeeee take a break?" Immi asked.

"Can you hold on just a little longer?" Italzi pleaded with her.

"If Immi says we stop, we stop," Atlas said, putting his hands on Immi's shoulders.

Before they knew it, Atlas started a fire and Cindie started to make corncakes on it. Italzi went out to get extra firewood, and Alana and Atlas started setting up camp. The fire was cracking like Cindie's fireplace at home. It was like a beautiful dance of the fireflies, and Immi was playing her flute, so it looked like an Elvin dance. But the scene was broken as soon as Cindie flipped the corn cakes, and it became like people scattering in a fire.

"Okay, so what do we do about this?" Atlas said at their dinner by the fire. "There are two paths, one is shorter and goes directly into the forest, but it has a danger symbol on it. The other one looks just fine, but it is quite a bit longer and goes further away from the forest."

"So, what do you suggest, Atlas?" Cindie asked him.

"The longer path. It has a safer route," Atlas said.

"But we need to move with haste. I vote for the shorter path. We can take on anything!" Alana said.

"Even magical enchantments designed to keep people like us out? The map suggests we go the safer way," reasoned Atlas.

"Okay. What do you propose, Cindie?" Italzi said.

"Um, well, um, I am undecided..." Cindie said, but either way, they were going to face danger in the Frogan Forest. Immi voted with Atlas, and Italzi voted with Alana.

"That leaves Cindie," Atlas said. "Who will you vote with?"

"Um, Alana. We need speed on our side, I guess," Cindie said. She could deal with a couple of problems to get through the forest faster.

"Fine. But don't blame me when something goes wrong," Atlas said. Cindie knew everything would go smooth as butter. 

Why wouldn't it?