Chapter One: Enter the Mountain

The wind was cold and hard to breathe in. The trees covered up the sun. The forest was dark. Making the mountain seem even more haunted than it was. The soil was dark brown and covered with wet, soggy leaves from the trees. It was summer time, yet the forest looked and felt as if it was winter. Even some snow lay on the ground.
Isaiah was dressed in his summer clothes and freezing. It was his second day on the mountain after leaving his home in the plains, and he had already lost his guide and the friends that chose to come along with him.
Isaiah was no older than thirteen years-old. Patched onto the left shoulder of his shirt was the symbol for HeartStar, the clan he was the prince of; on his right shoulder was the symbol of the Instinct Tribe, the tribe he was proud to say he had trained in and become a warrior of; and on his back lay the symbol of CrossStar, the clan which he was born to.
He had decided to go to the mountain in order to meet the mountain-clans ever since Star, the clan that lived up in the sky and helped the Almighty Being, told him that there was to be a war with the Star-Clans vs. Instinct and Sky Tribe, and that the Star-Clans were to not survive. His birth clan, CrossStar (who help out Star), told him that the only way to stop the war was to find the Mountain, Sea, Sky, Cold, and Heat-Clans. The mountain had been closer so he decided to head there first. Isaiah had first chosen to go alone, but his friends had insisted on going. So he took his younger “brother”, Drak; his girlfriend/princess of WindStar, Kari; his friend/HeartStar warrior/WolfStar survivor, Hunter; and the prince of DeathStar, Jacob. His guide ended up being an old friend from CrossStar known as Instinct. Unfortunately he had lost them in a storm just the other day. Now he was left alone and the moon was coming out.
Isaiah breathed in and out. The Star-Clans were known as “Warriors of the Night” because the Almighty Being had blessed them with incredible powers that could only be used during the night, when the moon was out. When a member of the Star-Clans would step into the moonlight, the symbol of their clan would appear on their forehead. Isaiah made sure to stay away from any moonlight. Unlike the other Star-Clan members, he grew weak in the moonlight because that was when the being from bellow tried to convince him to join his side.
Isaiah was quick to set up a shelter. Hopefully it would be able to withstand a storm if one hit. Isaiah set his bag down on the ground and shoved it into the shelter. He then crawled inside and rested his head on his bag, using it as a pillow.
SpiritStar talked to him as he tried to sleep. They were the reason everybody thought the mountain was haunted. Little did they know it was only SpiritStar playing tricks on them. Lucky for Isaiah, CrossStar had warned him about SpiritStar. He knew all of their tricks, and tried his best to ignore them, but soon SpiritStar had gotten the better of him. He woke up with a jolt, his eyes wide awake with fear, and looked around. He had thought he had heard someone from bellow talking to him, but it must have been SpiritStar.
Just then he heard the snap of a twig. Using the power of the moon he switched himself from HeartStar to Instinct Tribe, and used the power of his animal, a bear, to identify the figure heading his way. There were four of them. All men. They smelled of the mountain...of MountainStar. Thankfully they weren’t LionStar. MountainStar, though, was said to not like strangers. At least they didn’t try to cook you for dinner like it was said that LionStar did.
Isaiah lifted his head up and pushed himself farther into the shelter. That was the only thing he could think of. Panic started to fill him as he heard the men getting closer. MountainStar was not to be underestimated. If they wanted to they could kill him with a single punch.
“Hey look at this,” one of the men said.
Isaiah pushed himself farther back.
“It looks like a shelter.”
“Is there someone in there?”
“I’ll look.”
Isaiah pulled his bag from behind him and held it to his chest. The shelter was wide enough for a man to stick his head, shoulders, and arms through the door. The man looked inside, smiled, and then turned to his friends.
“There’s a young boy in here,” he informed him.
Isaiah quickly switched himself back to HeartStar.
“He’s scared,” the man continued, “Should we take him with us?”
“Of course we should. We can’t leave him out here. The ghosts will get to him!”
Ghosts? Jeez, SpiritStar must really have scared these people if they believe in ghosts! Isaiah thought as one of the men squeezed himself inside the shelter.
“St-stay away!” Isaiah warned as the man touched his forehead.
“You have a fever,” the man said as he removed his hand and Isaiah felt his forehead.
He did indeed feel warm and dizzy. Isaiah removed his hand and set his bag back on the ground. The man tried to grab his arm, but Isaiah moved out of the way. As he moved he began to feel dizzy again and ended up falling into the man’s arms. The man dragged Isaiah out and laid him down on the ground, using his bag as a cushion.
Isaiah floated in and out of consciousness. The men hovered over him, talking to each other and Isaiah, but Isaiah couldn’t hear them. Finally, he gave up. He closed his eyes and let the sickness take control of him...

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