The path once lit by the candlesticks of sunlight has now become covered by the blanket of darkness and as I take each step, I cannot tell the difference between the drumbeat of my heart and the cracking of branches in the woods. My heart is yelling at my mind to run but nighttime's hands have put unseen, immovable weights on my ankles and my feet become heavier and harder to move with each passing second. But, there is hope, for just ahead moonlight has trickled through the branches and landed on the path with a splash of wonderful light! Hope's lifespan is too short- for a tall, dark, shadow has slowly moved it's way onto the canvas of light and is coming towards me. I can make out, among the cloud of gloom hanging in the forest, a pair of of wings. My heart puts his hands over his eyes leaving me as I realize that I am not alone... The agonizing weights on my shivering feet are getting more heavy and unbearable until they suddenly lift. I run. I am a deer, racing from a prodigious hunter. The looming shadow seemed to have disappeared into the never ending dark veil of the sky, or it could simply be hiding outside the darkness that engulfed me like a blanket trying to suffocate it's victim. Half of me wanted to rest and the other half told me to keep going. Everything was dark and dead, I wanted to leave so badly that the obvious thing to do was to keep going until the forest comes to an end. Night's invisible hand was pushing me forward, faster than a lightning bolt, and my aching legs buckle as a large tent appears from the horizon.... with a small squelching noise, I land on my side, apparently right onto a bed of moss... a rough hand scoops me up and slings my numb body up over his- or her- shoulder, and as we approach the large tent, a strong scent of sage meets my nose... the world dissolves into a pool of black...
Welcome to Camp Isola! You are a dragon- or a cross between a dragon and human. Each dragon has a unique ability, which is nurtured in this camp. You also learn survival skills, for the world is dark and dangerous. There is a group, dubbed the black flame, that are attempting to bring back an ancient ritual: Cunhsmauh (KUN-smaw). This ritual consists of one dragon consuming another dragon’s power, strength, and wisdom. If this happens to you, there is no way back. You won’t be able to survive. Everything will end.
The camp has three house-sized, sturdy tents with khaki colored hammocks strung from the ceilings. The rooms are lit with kerosene lamps, and have few comforts, because the majority of the dragon’s time is spent outside training and such. They do get rest periods, though.
Sign up sheet:
~The dining tent, which isn’t really a tent, since it doens’t have walls. There is an array of picnic tables, and during dinner there is often some sort of magic display put on by the leaders (experienced survivors.)
~Student tents, which are the dragon’s living spaces. A description is above. Students usually get two thirty minute breaks all day, not counting two minute breaks used for change of clothes, water, etc.
~Competition: competition is a big part of this survival camp. There are three main categories for competing: physical defense (archery, swordsmanship, martial arts, etc.,) survival (swimming, rock climbing, etc.,) and magic (for both survival and defense.)
~Classes, where students learn more about their magic abilities and tips for the things they practice. Classes only take up a fraction of the day.
~Practice, one of the most used locations. Dragons tune their skills and hone their instincts with hands-on experience.