THIS IS AWSOME! I probably joined to late to be incorperated into your plot, SO I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WITH THE OTHERS! :D :D :D 

Little shorter this time! Don't worry, there'll be more dialogue in the next part. 

Part Two

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For a second the world seemed to be frozen around Danie, the tension crackling in the air as the enormous canines leapt for them. Then her instincts kicked into action and she whipped around and took off in the other direction, her feet slipping and sliding on the grass. Not even daring to look back and see if Ember was following her, Danie’s heart thundered in her chest as she felt hot breath on her heels and heard the throaty growling of the wolves. Wind began to bite at her eyes, pulling tears from the corners, but she closed them shut and dashed on, struggling against the thick foliage on the forest floor. Desperately her mind worked, churning away at possible outcomes of this situation. Normally, she might have been able to work something better out and carefully consider the options, but now it was all a panicked blur of fear and an primal drive to escape. Beside her, she spotted a flash of movement as Ember came racing up behind her, followed closely by the new girl, who hadn’t even had the chance to finish her name before the wolves attacked. Danie allowed herself a fleeting moment to be impressed at how well Ember and the girl were keeping up, their legs relentlessly pounding the earth.

But even though she felt like she had wings on her feet, her muscles began to tire after being worked so hard, and she felt herself getting dizzy with fatigue. Though she certainly didn’t want to, regardless she felt her gait slowing, each footfall becoming heavier. Suddenly Ember divulged off the path, sprinting for a tussock of bushes on the left side of the path Danie was cleaving through the forest. Oddly enough, though, only a wolf or two broke off to chase her, the rest resolutely following Danie. Exhausted and frustrated, Danie did something that would have never before crossed her mind.

Screeching to a halt and whipping around, she snarled, “Leave me alone, you overgrown Dachshunds!” as she smashed one of the wolves in its chin with her a powerful kick. The wolf howled in pain as blood flecked the grass, and the rest of the pack hesitantly milled about, and when Danie caught another wolf across the side of its head they retreated, seeming to decide this prey was too difficult to bring down. Danie flopped on the ground, her chest heaving, and spent a minute just being able to breathe again. Suddenly she was roused as a quiet voice whispered, “That was close… was it not? Better be more careful next, Doe…”

“What? Who’s there?” Danie barked, sitting up. “And my name’s Danie, not Doe. What kind of a wack name is that?” Nothing replied but a quiet titter of laughter that quickly faded away. On edge, Danie jumped up when she heard crackling behind her, but it was only Ember and that girl exiting the bushes, their eyes haunted and wide.

“Are they gone?” asked the other girl, trembling slightly. “I’m Booksy Owly, by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself before.”

“It was kind of hard to,” Danie said, shaking herself up and getting to her feet. “I’m Danie.”

Booksy nodded, her large-rimmed glasses falling down her nose. Ember perked up and pulled on Danie’s arm, tugging her towards the bushes. “What? What do you want?” Danie asked, wondering what Ember could have possibly found. Ember’s eyes sparkled in delight as she led Danie towards the shrubs, grinning widely.

“I found some people I think you should meet,” she said evasively. Danie winced and pressed her eyes shut as twig-thin branches clawed at her face, but she stretched them open again when she saw ten more people in a clearing, each milling about uncertainly and every eye on her.  

ITS SOO GOOD! I can't wait untill the next one is posted! :D

ANOTHER PART! 

You: Wh-whoa, Cloud, you might wanna slow down... I mean you have a science project due and plenty of art to get in--

NONSENSE! MORE PARTS!

Part Three

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“So um,” Ember said, looking unsure of why she was in front of the whole group anyways. Shuffling awkwardly, she briefly glanced down at her feet and then looked up, eyes flicking back and forth. “Hi.” The word sounded strange in the otherwise dead-quiet clearing, with only a quiet cough breaking the silence. Ember sighed, visibly uncomfortable, then straightened up and began talking again.

“Sorry about that,” she said, her voice clearer now. Internally, Kestrel was a little bit impressed with how well she had bounced back from them. If it had been Kestrel up there--which it wouldn’t have been, you couldn’t pay her to get up there in front of all these strangers--she wouldn’t have known what to say at all. “I know this seems like a weird situation, and it certainly is, but I’m sure if we just talk about it we can figure out what to do.”

“Why should we try at all?” someone called out. Kestrel turned to see a girl with long brown hair with red highlights that rippled down her back as she moved to glare at Ember. Her teal eyes sparkled with annoyance, though Kestrel could have sworn she saw guarded confusion and fear somewhere in their depths. “I mean, all of a sudden I’m in some crazy forest with a bunch of strangers, and you want me to try and fix the problem? How do you know it’s even fixable at all?” Uneasy murmurings met her words. Kestrel narrowed her eyes, thoughtful. The girl hadn’t said anything wrong, just the unspoken question that she knew was on all their minds.

Ember looked daunted, her dark eyes wide. Then she took in a quick breath, unnoticed by anyone else but Kestrel, and replied to the girl. “I… honestly, I don’t know. But if we try to figure out where we are, we might stand a better chance of getting out, right?” The girl with the red highlights paused, the large and leathery wings on her back unconsciously flexing, then she grudgingly nodded, reluctant yet in agreement. Kestrel said nothing, only watched in interest as Ember relaxed in relief. She still wasn’t fully alright with the situation, but she agreed with Ember--might as well make the best of it. No use standing around complaining.

“As long as we’re stuck together we might as well know each other’s names, right?” someone else asked, her eyebrow raised. Ember nodded, looking happier that the attention had been taken off of her. The girl stepped forwards, her black hair falling over her shoulders as the rest of the group watched. “Well, I’ll start, since everyone else seems to have gone mute. I’m Scylla.” She looked out over everyone else, as if daring them to speak next.

Just a second later, a girl with obsidian-black skin and soft clouds of stars hanging on her back called out, her hand shooting up. “I’m Nebula,” she said, delicately moving through the crowd. One by one, names were called out, each accompanying on person.

Ember. Nebula. Scylla. Claaws. Icy. Danie. Booksy Owly. Joan. Eria. St Owl. Little Reader. Kestrel repeated the names in her mind, committing each one to memory. In fact, so deep in thought was she that she didn’t even notice when all eyes turned to her, waiting in expectation.

“W-what?” Kestrel stammered, jerking up. “O-oh, I’m Kestrel.” Silently she cursed herself, burning with shame at the staggering introduction. Nice one there, Kestrel. Stutter a little more why don’t you.

Scylla opened her mouth to speak again, her eyebrows furrowed, when a sudden wind cut her off, hissing through the trees. She spun around, her eyes darting left and right, but Kestrel was the first to hear the the voice, jolting in surprise at the sudden voice at her shoulder.

“Hello…” it whispered, even and cool. Glancing around, Kestrel saw her own confused expression mirrored on everyone’s face except Danie, who wore a look of absolute shock. Kestrel was too far away to hear exactly what she was saying, but she could at least see her mouth form what looked like the word ‘no’. Perplexed, Kestrel only had to wait a second before the voice continued to speak.

It was even and cool, and even with her discerning mind Kestrel couldn’t tell whether it was female or male. “Now that we’ve finished introductions, I think it’s time to begin, yes?”

“What? Begin what?” Icy asked out loud, seemingly unaware she’d spoken it.

The voice laughed, sounding like a breeze running through wind chimes. “Why, begin our little adventure, no? I’m sure you’ve figured by now you’ve arrived for a reason, but what reason could it be?”

“Are we supposed to answer that, or do you just like the sound of your own voice?” Scylla muttered, rolling her eyes. Kestrel could hear the voice crack for a second, maybe with anger, as it responded, but quickly gained control once more. Kestrel didn’t miss the slip-up, though, and mentally shelved it to ponder more on later.

“No, of course not, Scylla,” the voice said smoothly, ignoring Scylla’s bristle of shock. “I’m only here to help, of course! Or am I? You decide my role in this story, high-flier…”

“Your role?” Joan repeated, looking incredulous. Her sword glinted in the sunlight as she looked up to the sky, searching for the source of the voice. “And a story? What is this supposed to be, some fairy-tale for seven year olds?”

This time the crackle on displeasure in the voice’s tone was impossible to miss as they hissed back, “Don’t be so quick to assume, Joan! If your first goal is escaping my Garden, you’d do best to tread with caution and always keep an eye over your shoulder! I may commune with those like you, but I will not show you the way! That you must find out for yourself!”

“What, so we can learn about our ‘true selves’ and the ‘magical path of self-discovery’?” Scylla snapped back, her voice dripping with cold sarcasm.

“Or you’ll be trapped here for eternity, with no escape,” the voice snarled back, spiked with anger and laced with dark foreboding. Then there was a sound like the firing of gun, yet as if it were played backwards, and the sky was silent once more.

The heaviness that hung in the clearing for moments on end made Kestrel nearly crumple under its weight, but it was soon broken by Eria, her red scarf fluttering in the wind. “Who… was that?” she asked quietly.

“The narrator,” Ember mused, only half-joking.

“Well,” Scylla said, slightly cowed from shock. “I suggest we follow their advice and try to find our way out of here. If any way, let’s head this one. I can smell sea air, which might mean we can get out of this forest.”

As though commanded by an invisible force (were they?) the girls fell into line, with Scylla in the lead and Ember flanking the group. Kestrel’s first instinct was to stay behind, not move along with these strangers, but she also knew that it would be safer to travel with a group than forging out on her own. She started off next to Danie, walking alongside the girl, and with her first footfall on the forest floor she felt a thrill in her chest.

She was sure, somehow, this first step would be followed by a many others, stretching into a journey with twists and turns she couldn’t even begin to predict.  

AMAZING! keep going please!