Imagination Is Everything

I'm Faster! No, I'm Faster!

We turned to Ammo.  "You're 'ere partially 'cause ya wanted ta make me a Guardian." "Oh, we don't WANT to make you a Guardian. Manny wants ta," Bunny grumbled. Ammo ignored the snide remark Bunny made and beckoned us to follow her.

We walked on a clear dirt path, strolling into a cave with walls made entirely of vines twisting and intertwining with each other, a flower blooming ever so often amongst the green. I gave the wall a knock, only to find that it was rock solid. "Nothin' can break these vines. Been perfectin' them throughout the years," Ammo spoke, puffing out her chest in pride, reminding me of Bunny who had acted the same way when he spoke of his eggs. "And Jack, shove that comment down ya throat before I do it for ya."

We turned to Jack, who had put up his hands in surrender while grinning sheepishly.

"How do you know once they've been perfected?" Tooth asked. "Oh, I 'ave my ways of testin'," she replied, smirking. "What if they aren't as strong as ya thought they were?" shot Bunny. "I think it's best if ya shut ya trap, ya gavoon," growled Ammo, shooting him a look that could kill. He shot the same look back.

We walked a little more before we came to a tunnel that went downwards. "And from 'ere, we go down," she stopped. "Anyone care t' go first?" she asked, smirking. "Oooh! Me! Me me me! I wanna go first!" Sophie's hand shot up as she volunteered. "Me too!" Jamie's eyes lit up as he realized that there was a huge slide in front of him. The two children hopped down the rabbit hole, their excited screams travelling all the way down to the bottom of the slide.

"C'mon!" And with that, she hopped down the hole, with the rest of us jumping in one by one.

"Woohoo!"  I shouted, putting my hands up as we went down in full speed.

Since I was the last one, I had a cushioned fall as I landed on top of the others, who were all sprawled on the ground. "Aw, get up North! You weight a ton!" Jack groaned. I laughed as I got up, helping Tooth and Jack up.

"Well, we're 'ere. Don't touch anythin', aight?"

A breathless "Whoa." left all of our lips as we all brushed ourselves off, staring at what was in front of us. Millions and millions of...bookworms? They were all rushing around, papers in their tiny hands as they rushed from one station to another. The excited chatter filled the huge room that was decorated to look like a news room with a bit of a 90's twist to it.

"Where are the files I asked for, Mara?"

"Hey! Are those who I think they are?"

"Make way! Fresh stories on their way to the Editor!"

"Stop goofing off, Finn!"

"Hey! Someone watch these for me! I swear the last two batches were liable to grow legs!"

"Drafts, people! I said I wanted drafts!"