You step quietly toward the garden, careful not to disturb the singing. The Druids move slowly among the plants, tending glowing leaves and stone pools. Their song rises and falls, weaving through the air like mist. You watch from behind a low wall, trying to understand. Minutes pass. The song continues. You notice patterns—how certain notes repeat, how the singers turn together—but you wait for something obvious to happen. A signal. None comes. Eventually, the singing fades. The Druids stop moving. One by one, they look directly at you. "You watched," one says calmly. "But you did not act," says another. "I am looking for the Emerald Crown," you say. "It has gone missing and everything in Iredale is turning to bad luck." A Druid in a light colored cloak asks "Why did you not ask us for help right away? The day is quickly coming to an end and if the crown is not in its rightful spot by night the land shall be forever changed. Good luck shall disappear." He continues, "Knowledge in Iredale does not come only from observing—it comes from knowing when to step forward and take action." While you waited, time slipped away. The sky is growing dark. The bell beneath the land tolls again. A deep fog rises from the ground and surrounds you. You feel strange, and blink trying to see through the mist. When the fog clears you are back in your house. As you go to tell your mom about meeting the Druids, you trip and stub your toe. It starts to bleed. "Mom, will you please get me a bandage?" you call out. "Sorry, we are all out." Mom yelled back. It looks like bad luck is already taking over. You were too late. The End.