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Nom poofed back to her cabin and ended up on her desk. She wondered what had happened with Bagrog so far and glanced out the window. He was still spewing fire out at the fellow campers. She sighed, longing to help, but she did not know how… a fly buzzed in her face and she swatted it away. Then she looked at her smoke bombs, she had an idea, she started writing in her journal what she would do. She slumped, two more messages and then she could enter the war. Nom was a new camper, she had joined late and felt lonely. She had already caused confusion in the poor Fantasy cabin. She covered her face in embarrassment. “Two more messages…two more messages,” she repeated. Hopefully her time would come soon. The door suddenly flung open, a panicked camper scrambled in. His face covered in ash, “ITS CHAOS OUT THERE,” he panicked then immediately hid under her shelf of messages and stories. “Agreed,” she looked on. If only she could help…

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