You were simply dozing by the creek, speaking with the water nymphs whom decided to stop by to chat, simply out of boredom.

James Creek brushed his ash-brown curls from in front of his face as he approached. Then, next thing you knew, he’s pushed you into the shallow creek. Leaving him, and the water nymphs laughing.

“Awe! The freak of the Camp took a little tumble!”

James cackled relentlessly.