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IT WAS A SHORT TREK from the Grand Library to the hub where we transferred from our current server to the jungle server of Wookong. As we traveled along the path Gunter began to apologize profusely for accidentally getting us involved in this task. As I had suspected, he had simply bit off more than he could chew, all the while assuming that Professor Booker wouldn't take him up on his offer. But once the words had been uttered there was no way to take them back. I assured my friend that there were no hard feelings and that I was actually looking forward to our journey, as harrowing as it may end up being! By the time we arrived at the portal, our differences had been smoothed over and we happily departed the Grand Library server.
The Ruins of Wookong was a server completely covered in dense jungle. We departed the portal and stepped into a lush, warm paradise. This server was not extremely popular and as we walked the path towards the jungle village located in the center of the map we found ourselves completely alone.
“This place is really beautiful,” I commented. “I'm surprised there aren't more people living here!”
“If the rumors are true, this place is cursed,” Gunter said grimly.
“What do you mean, cursed?” I asked.
“It could be anything. Secret features on the server, glitches, or pure rumor, but allegedly people come to this server and never return.”
“Well that isn't very comforting,” I muttered. “Especially since we know that dragons live here too.”
“I agree. Which is why I just want to get some answers from the village people and get out as quickly as possible!”
We reached the town after only a few minutes of hiking. The humidity beneath the jungle canopy was really starting to get to me, and large droplets of sweat were rolling down my arms and back when we walked into the small ring of bamboo huts that comprised the village. There were no Roblox players anywhere in sight, only a handful of NPCs who were fated to toil here endlessly, regardless of circumstances.
“That guy, standing next to the fire pit,” Gunter said, nudging me. “He looks like the village elder. Let's talk to him first.”
I agreed with my friend and we approached the old man with dark and wrinkled skin.
“Uh, excuse me, sir, we're looking for information regarding a dragon egg that came from this jungle. Are you aware of this?” I asked hesitantly.
The old man looked at us with knowing eyes but said nothing. After a long pause, he walked to his hut and retrieved a small leather bag. He carried the bag back to us and spilled the contents at our feet. Gunter and I stared down at the items strewn in front of us.
“What is all this stuff?” Gunter asked the elder.
The man grasped two items, then stood and extended them towards us. In his right hand he held what appeared to be the fragments of another egg, and in his left, he held a parchment.
“These are the first items that you will need for your journey,” he said, cryptically. “Now, leave this village. This land has been cursed and the longer you stay here the greater your chances of becoming cursed as well.”