Summer 42, X008

My head still hurts. Why did I just accept it and eat it without asking Marge first? But Daelan and Hank have it worse—they still look like they’re on the verge of death.

We’re on the wagon, heading back to the village, while Marge shoots daggers at the three of us for being so dumb. Haley’s doing her best to calm her down, practically begging her not to strangle us.

It all began when Marge finally gave Daelan and Hank some freedom. I’m pretty sure they promised her they wouldn’t do anything stupid, and then Marge asked Haley to come with her to check out a stall.

The second they were out of sight, Daelan and Hank immediately started shoving anything that even looked remotely edible into their mouths. Since Marge had mentioned some fish were safe to eat, their brains must’ve decided everything was fair game.

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I glanced over and saw Marge and Haley busy bartering at a nearby stall, completely unaware of what the two of them were getting up to.

Daelan walked up to me, grinning and holding out a piece of raw fish. "It tastes great, with a sharp kick to it," he said. I took it and ate it, and he wasn’t lying—the taste was actually pretty good, with a sharp, tingling sensation on my tongue.

He then returned to where Hank was and got right back to whatever they were up to.

I saw Haley return with some kind of treats, but moments later, my vision started to fade. The last thing I remember before blacking out was Haley dropping the treats, her voice panicked as she called out for Marge. Then I heard Marge scream, “Those dumbasses!” just before everything went dark.

Apparently, I had eaten a poisonous fish—one strong enough to take down a grown man. Marge was furious, not just because of that, but because her plans to relax and have fun were completely ruined. Instead, she had to babysit the three of us, with Haley.

Hopefully, we can make it up somehow.

End.