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The adventures of Derek.

Chapter one.

Derek sat, like a strange shaped rock, on top of a large pole clutching to him a large, glass ball. This ball is what drew Gareth's eyes because of the bright hue of it against the white snow of the mountains. Gareth was so transfixed with the ball which was glittering so spectacularly in the distance that he didn't notice what it was being supported by. He walked slowly forward, drawn to the ball by some unknown force which he was powerless to stop.

Derek was looking out across the vast planes, trying to see past the dust created by animals, searching for something he could eat. Scanning the different bushes, looking for one which held something edible he saw a little man with a messy yellow bunch of hair on top of his sun burnt-red head staring up in his direction with a bemused expression. He cocked his head, confused. He had never attracted normal people before, only lost people ever came up to him, and then they were usually severely disorientated.

On Gareth's part, there was nothing to be worried about, but that was because he had seen nothing else since he had noticed the glowing red ball. He was still walking slowly but surely towards the ball that had become the most important thing to him in a just matter minutes.

Derek was still sitting on top of a large pole, clutching his red ball to him, but as the little man came ever closer he became increasingly irritated. He let out a huff, and shifted his hands around the ball, pulling it up to his chin. It was this covering of the ball that finally made Gareth look away from it and see what exactly he was walking towards. He jumped in shock, weather it was form being so high up, being so near to the edge or from being so close to such a terrifyingly real mythical creature.