AN EXAMPLE
The Journey
Quint was starting to feel faint and desperately needed to get some source of energy inside of him. He frantically ripped his backpack from himself , starting to make his hand scramble around inside of it. His hand was greeted with a mass of dirt, wood and cobblestone that he immediately threw back down to the bottom of the pack. He could feel the world spinning around him and his vision had started to blur into just a mass of light and shapes, not helped by the snow that engulfed him reflecting the sunlight straight back into his eyes. He had to keep searching for the emerald ore that so many had spoken about but so little had managed to find, and when they did it was only a small quantity that they returned with. The emerald ore was critical for him, with it, he could buy himself more supplies from the villagers and improve the shack that he had been sheltering in for almost a month now. Without it, he would soon starve unable to find any real resources to keep him going. Quint looked up and tried to work out where his trekking partner and loyal friend Seth was, or at least where he might be as Quint had stopped for quite a few minutes now and even when he was walking, Seth was always at least a good 200 metres ahead of him. His attempts to make out shapes and outlines were in vain as all it achieved was making him feel lighter and more sick. By this point, he felt as if he was about to go and float away, but he couldn't let this happen, he had to do something. He managed to muster enough energy from somewhere to call out Seth's name, and this quiet yelp soon enveloped into a deafening scream for his Friend. However, this was the worst decision Quint could have made as small chunks of gravel and snow rained down upon him. That was the last thing he saw before his eyes were engulfed in darkness , either down to being covered in two foot of thick avalanche snow or because he fainted from the circumstances... THIS BOOK IS COPY RIGHT KNOW FOR SOME OF YOUR BOOKS...
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