Sun Mote Copse The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

When it came down to storytelling he was a n00b, having only half-completed level one. His mind was a sponge when it came to story times and even better, when it came to listening he was probably one of the bestest wolves out there for as long as the story lasted. Wraen's idea of having a story time reminded his writer of "Are you afraid of the dark?", a setting where teenagers had set up the Midnight Society and around a camfire in the woods they told each other scary stories. It wouldn't came as a suprise to imagine that his own preference of stories was about scary stories. He liked goosebumps, strangely enough.

When the sun began to settle a distinct pattern of scent reached his nostrils and the young boy felt his heart skip a beat as he began to move towards his friends consisting of Rennie, SuperJay and Maia. He had to think up a cool name for the latter. Wanting to join in on the fun, Epic realized he was the one who was the farthest away from them all so he began to canter. In chaotic zig-zagging patterns he made his way towards the trio as the sun slowly began to settle behind the mountain range and the world lit up with all sorts of colors.

"Ohh, I'm not late am I?" Epic suddenly bursted into the conversation, a voice that contained both enthousiasm about his arrival and the fun that would take place but at the same time disappointment, as if it had already started. Like opening up a book half-way. Well, no matter what timeframe he joined, he was about to find out. And, in all his excitement he forgot friendly introductions and good-natured greetings. His manners, where were they?