as I rode towards the lone lands It already started to get hot as the sun beat relentlessly upon my weary body, it was hot and the lone lands was pretty dry... but I continued to ride along the dirt road hoping that I could find some food and some water as I had ran out...
The endless expanse of the dry dusty road stretched out before me, a desolate wasteland of parched grass and cracked earth. I have been traveling for days, and I still can't seem to find a decent lake to fill my water carrier. but I did find a little area where some tall folk were staying... so I decided to take a short rest there, after tying my pony up of course. but after a moment of rest, I woke up to such horror my pony... it-it, it was GONE AGAIN!
I quickly grabbed my belongings and searched around the place looking for my lost pony... but I couldn't find her. As tears poured down my freckled face, I decided to continue on my journey... I knew either way I'd most likely find her just wandering off again... as I kept walking the dirt road my feet grew tired and I felt weak as my throat burned for thirst along with my stomach gnawing for food. golly I wish the tall folk had food but they wouldn't help one bit...
after so much walking I came across a horrid sight... my pony! dead as a door handle as goblins walk around... I was horrified that all I could do was stand there sobbing... but eventually, the goblins attacked me and I fought as much as I could before they retreated... I then weakly carried on walking for hours...
As night fell, I was haunted by visions of succulence and hydration. I reflected on my home of lush meadows and bubbling streams, but my reality was harsh and unforgiving. Rats scurry among the rocks, their beady eyes gleaming in the moonlight. I gripped my little club tightly, my stomach still rumbling in protest.
after a nasty fight with the rats, I continued walking, hoping that there was something, somewhere I could stay for the night as the winds picked up... but then after a long while of walking a faint glimmer of hope gripped my heart as I saw in the distance, an inn perched up in the middle of nowhere... I quickly ran to the inn not even caring how sore I was... but as I approached, a foul stench assaulted my nostrils. The inn was decrepit and abandoned, its windows dusty and the roof falling apart. I forced myself inside, hoping to find shelter and perhaps some remnants of food or water...
The inn was a nightmare. Damp and musty, I walked up to the tavern keep and asked for some water... but all they had was swill (I reckon anybody who ever reads of my adventures... DON'T DRINK THE SWILL!) I quickly drank the swill as I needed to drink something, but then I felt ill... the tavern keep told me to go downstairs and find a room to sleep, so I did but my vision started fading and my stomach boiled as I was feeling ill... but as I got to the bed I tucked myself in and drifted to sleep. In the morning, I stumbled out of bed which was a disaster of uncomfortable sheets and pillows, I then changed into my dress and walked up the stairs to get some breakfast. soon after eating I grabbed my things and left the hellish place, determined to find a way to escape these cursed lands.
with relief, I continued walking the road, the sun rising over the land as the wind brushed through my curly hair... the land started to look green again as I walked along the road, my heart filled with joy as I knew I was closer to the shire every step I took.
