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Lucky Stone
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>There has to be a way to help Lucy
I’m not sure there’s a feasible way for us to free any women at this point, much less a reptile that my brothers don’t know or care about. This whole chameleon plan has been making me terribly anxious. If it goes wrong, we’ll have to flee. We might even get hurt so badly we can’t flee.
I grip the branch I’m stripping of bark and bonk it against my head. Sky looks up from his sticks and the rope.
“Sky, what’s our back-up plan? What happens if we can’t capture this guy and they find our burrow? We’ll have to leave and we might not ever be able to come back.”
“Then we’ll leave. We can travel around and look for wild rabbits, the weather’s warm enough that we don’t need a permanent burrow to survive.”
“But what if someone’s hurt? What if Gargill keeps hunting us?”
“They can’t chase us forever, it’s not worth it for them, costs too much. We’ll be okay, Rudger. I’m sorry you’re having a hard time right now.”
I take a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “Yeah. Thanks.”
We make a ton of progress, especially with the four of us all working together. Once we finish mounting the spikes along the walls and floor of the pit, Sky leads us in weaving a mat to hide our trap. With some clods of dirt and grass, the hole is pretty well disguised. I think it’s ready for the chameleon, which means I can start wandering around town again tomorrow.
My brothers let me slink back to the burrow unbothered so I can sleep early to make up for the last few nights. It still takes me hours to slip into a doze, and I’m constantly interrupted by jolts of heart-pounding anxiety. At least the trap is done.
>The next morning…
>Weather check (warm or wet): Warm
Well whaddya know, another dry spell, perfect for baiting reptiles. I take my new leaf cloak for camouflage so I can move without alerting the ordinary civilians–what’s my strategy for finding the chameleon today?
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