"[color=746363]Cass, I need to know where you're taking me, dude. Today's already been weird enough.[/color]"
"[color=caebe9]Just up the hill! It's about ten minutes.[/color]" The cervitaur points with her left hand, a long wooden staff in her right. 
"[color=746363]You didn't answer my question. [i]Where[/i] are we going?[/color]"
"[color=caebe9]Aaaahhhh, chill out. You're too serious.[/color]" She pauses. "[color=caebe9]It's a camp for people like you.[/color]"
"[color=746363]A camp for -- what, a fucking cult? You're taking me to a [i]cult[/i]?[/color]" Incredulous, he stops. 
The protector turns around, visibly nervous for the first time that day. "[color=caebe9]No, it's like,[/color]" she struggles for the words. "[color=caebe9]It's like a mix between a summer camp and a --[/color]"
"[color=746363]A fucking cult[/color]," He offers. 
"[color=caebe9]A [i]shelter[/i], I don't know. Just come on. I don't think we've been followed, but I'm not sure.[/color]"
He rolls his eyes and follows her, taking a moment to recall the previous events: the earthquake at his high school, the eerie, skeletal men dressed in ancient armor, his mother --
His mother. 
He shivers.
As they crest a hill, Cassidy waves to something, the movement catching his eye. He arches a brow. 
"[color=746363]Uh, nothing there, Cass. Do we need to take a breather? We can -- oh, holy shit. What in the [i]world[/i]?[/color]"
Like a loading glitch in a video game, they pass a tree, and an entire camp appears. He sees strawberry fields, an immense climbing wall, an arena, a picnic area, cabins, and more. He sees the person she was waving to -- a goth teen with a sword on his waist. Cassidy seems smug. 
"[color=caebe9]Lyn, your jaw dropped. Might want to pick it up. Let's go meet your new campmates![/color]"