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(Your post doesn't have to be near as detailed as mine, but keep it to roughly the same length. I don't want to read a short story for one forum post. Basically, the length of the text walls that are written on the Suggestions board are not what I want to see here, and might be removed if there are multiple infringements made.)

Natasha

Everything was different once she stepped off the boat and onto the flat, grey rocks of the island that she would start on. It was midday, and everything seemed to be perfect. The scenery, the colours, everything about the islands was perfect.

Except that they were some of the most unforgiving spits of land that had ever been heard of.

Many people lived here, but few survived to make it to the elite level that the tribes of the area would strive for. The level of excellence was seemingly out of reach, but thee were tribes that had pulled it off, and she knew of three that were living in luxury because of it.

Natasha slung her empty backpack over her shoulder and clibed up the small rock ledge so that she was standing at one of th ends of a long, slender bridge made entirely of stone. It crossed over the ocean to the other side of the island, which was still stone-based, but it looked intimidating. There were high cliffs everywhere, and some of them looked to be unscalable. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk across the bridge toward the other half of the island.

Dylan

Unlike his foster sister, Dylan was not dropped off at the same island like he had requested. As the ship sailed away, he looked back at her, hoping that he would be able to find her again. He worried that she wouldn't be strong enough to survive on her own, and he knew that he wouldn't stand a chance of getting into the Plateau tribe if she wasn't with him. It had been their goal all along to get into one of the presigious tribes that the islands took pleasure in hosting.

Instead, Dylan was taken to a large island, and basically pushed out. He growled as the ship sailed off, shifitng his backpack up onto his back before he narrowed his eyes at the sight in front of him.

A small copse of trees stood in front of him, and he walked over to them, seeing a small pool of water nestled in the grass. He walked over to it, then looked back in the direction that the ship had come from. He would have to find her again, before someone else did.