Luna was pissed. More so than usual. While everyone had received coordinates or directions on where to go, hers had just been an exercise routine and the recipe for a protein shake.
"What kind of fucking idiot makes instructions like this!"
she snarled, kicking a stone across the clearing hard enough to embed it into a tree trunk. Birds scattered into the sky. She didn't care.
She reread the scrawled message on the back of the paper for the fifth time, as if it might suddenly reveal some hidden meaning:
Five sets of forty. No breaks. Then sprint. Then blend the shake. Drink it cold. Only then will the path open.
That was it. No signature. No seal. No magic glyphs. Just words that could've been ripped from a gym coach's clipboard.
"Is this a joke?"
she muttered. Her ears twitched with agitation. Her tail twitched incessantly as she felt like she was back in P.E for some reason.
