We traveled for days and nights, sailed across vast seas, hiked massive mountains, and waded through vast jungles. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. And at some point, we lost hope, thinking we were doomed. Not until one night, while hiking through the misty highlands, did Scott notice lights in the distance As he exclaimed, "There!" Guys, I think I see something. it has to be the Manquezboes, the forgotten tribe! He added. "We're finally here!" Tarah elaborated. I was terrified in my case. As we approached the lights that had appeared small before grew in size due to the distance. And as we continued walking, We began to notice built-in shades. It was a village but a bit dark.
As we walked through the spooky village, we began to see people walk out from the shadows as they gathered around us. My heart was almost pounding in response to the revelation at the time. I knew deep down that this was the end of our obstinate curiosity while we all awaited our fates. The sun was rising beautifully in the distance, over the hills, causing me to sarcastically say, "Beautiful day to be eaten by greatly terrifying people!"