(If none of you respond I might maybe powerplay your chracters ok)
(Hello I need some help please)
Dean made it to the summit of the mountain, the snake crawled off his arm and slunk away into the undergrowth and a flock of birds rose up into the sky. It was beautiful up here. He could see the camp, he could see the jungle and the entire perimeter of the island, and it seemed to be around five square miles or so. Exhausted, Dean drank from the stream and curled up on the bank to take a quick nap, but his hunger got the best of him. He looked around but there were no fruits this high up the mountain. He debated eating the ginger and wild onions, but then he remembered the mushrooms and ate a few of them before he went to sleep.
(Sorla, could you please respond on PAD?)
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Dean woke up sometime later because of the overwhelming rippling and sparkle. He felt weird, really weird. As Dean sat up and looked around he started to freak out. The things that weren't speckled in rainbows were distorted and animals that moved had trails flying out behind them. Dean felt sick and was about to start screaming. The he remembered the mushrooms and he laughed at himself. How could he be so stupid to eat something that he didn't know was safe? Dean quickly stumbled down the summit, crashing by the tree where he left his pack, his death grip on the roots was the only thing keeping him from falling to his death. Dean trembled as he tried to compose himself, tossing his pack across his shoulder. By the time he got to the base of the mountain it was dark and he struggled to find the beach. Every noise made him jump out of his skin in fear. Dean started to sweat and he ran back to camp, occasionally tripping in the dark. He stumbled into camp and tossed the bundle of ginger and wild onion by the fire with no explanation before he found a corner out of the light and curled up in the fetal position.
Michele wheeled the cart abck to camp and brought it by the animal pent where she placed the bunnies inside ecept the small one she had rescued. She walked over to Dean and saw he had a small bit of mushroom on his hands she took it and waffed it towards her nose where she dropped it to the ground and stomped on it. She still had a small bit left when she went into the kitchen place and grabed a plate. She also grabbed a ginger root some water and a deadly plant if used in correctly periwinkle. She began smashing it together and made it into a paste. She added some honey she hound found and tasted the sweet mixture. She then put it on a roll and handed it to Dean before walking away.
Dean stared at the roll with the strange paste on it and scratched his head. He wasn't hungry, he never wanted to eat again. "Michele." He said urgently, grabbing her wrist. "Don't eat the mushrooms... and don't let the kids near the mountain." Dean shook his head, trying to will the dizziness away. "It's dangerous... and there's a fire monster in the jungle with three horns and two heads." He took a bite of the strange paste, just to do something with his hands. It tasted sweet and bizarre at the same time.