Hero awoke from the first rays of daylight entering his den. The forest was bright, and the night has passed without incident. He emerged from his den, and found the others still asleep, save for Tesla who was nowhere in sight.

Hero looked around for Tesla, and found them with their back turned back on him, buttoning up their checkered polo. Their long fuzzy tail swished around like the tail of a bull.

Tesla turned and saw Hero looking at them. They waved, and began to speak. "Howdy. Nice weather we're havin', ain't it?"

"Yes. It is rather mellow," Hero answered. He noted how Tesla was a bit exasperated prior to speaking.

"Let's go back to company before they think we abandoned them."

They returned to the camp they took a rest. Metaphor and Stripe laid there serenely, but soon they will stir.

"Wakey wakey. Eggs and bakey." Metaphor and Stripe were shaken awake. The soft words of Tesla pierced through their ears.

"Good morning," Metaphor and Stripe simultaneously said. They then yawned.

The morning had blanketed the land in its soft sweet sunlight. The rays may had been sweet, but the air was still certainly cool and subdued. At this hour, the gang decided to have a breakfast of those plastic fruits none of them seemed to like. Their faces warped with the sourness, but their faces hadn't distorted as much with the first time they had eaten one of the fruits' brethren; it seemed that the fruits they had now were an improved recipe. Stripe had the genius to cut the fruits, and put them between slices of bread which had made the fruits more delicious and tolerable.

Tesla was spared from the acidulous ordeal. They may hadn't been seen eating any food item for days, but they claimed that they had a special dietary condition, and that they shouldn't eat another helping of their special need. So, through the morning breakfast their companions partook, they sat on a bank graciously warmed by daylight, basking in the sun's glorious morning light.

And soon, after their breakfast, they began to move. They walked westward. By noon, they reached a threshold. The constant cover of trees abruptly stopped, and beyond it was a steep slope of a valley. In the valley below was a great city, with towering buildings of concrete, steel, and glass shining in the noontime light. They were looking at Urbanland.

The sprawling city of Urbanland hugged the land, suffocated every meter of the valley with steel and concrete. Above the ground rose great buildings with soulless windows of gleaming glass. These towering beasts of buildings rose and tapered above ground like great redwoods, and competed against the very summit of the slopes that encompassed the valley. Some of these great skyscrapers stood so tall that challenged the sky in height, and literally scraped the skies. Numerous silver scars were left upon the blue sky by these behemoths of buildings.

However, something felt wrong about Urbanland that day. Everything was snow white: the walls, the floors, the poles, the furnishings, etc. The lamps were dark, and lacking power. The streets were bare, and lacking people. Nothing living roamed the halls. No color but the little bits of greenery that tried to lay claim upon the walls and streets. Flowers claimed the flying gardens while creeping ivy claimed the sheer walls, and tiny worts and herbs colonized the little cracks and cubbyholes.

Hero, Metaphor, Stripe, and Tesla descended to the streets of Urbanland. The sun blazed, and the snow white walls stood pridefully and apathetically. The same unsettling silence of Forestland blanketed Urbanland.

Peeking into the homes and businesses of Urbanlanders revealed meals, products, and carpeting just as bleached and pale as the walls and streets of the city.

As they walked down the pavement of the city, they hear a little rustling in one alley. In the dim alley was a dumpster immaculately clean and white, but shook with life. Some creature was digging in the trash of the bleached city with whitened remains and refuse flew out of the dumpster.

Out of the dumpster, exits a green feline creature. It stood at the height of a small child. Lush wrinkled leaves peeked out of the sleeves of its cream colored garments. In its arms were pieces of stark white carcasses of old bags of discarded food. As it move the main street, its sapphire eyes and asterisk-shaped pupils, not unlike that of a star sapphire, met the watching eyes of the gang.

The small creature flinched. Its mouth went agape. It took a few wobbly fearful steps back. It ran. It fled.

"Waagh!" The creature cried in a girly voice.

"Wait!" Hero cried after. "We didn't mean to scare you." But alas, the leafy creature did not listen, and ran deeper into the alleys.

Hero chased after the creature, and his companions reluctantly followed. They ran through the narrow alleys that twisted and turned; through the alleys that went through the city like capillaries. The shadows of the tall defiant walls shrouded their path.

The walls parted, and they came to a clearing bare of buildings. The ground was paved in smooth white stone, and in the distance was a great wall of marble overrun by ivy, kudzu, or orchid. The city may had been familiar to the little green creature, but the strides of Hero was great, and now that they have left the hindering turns of the urban maze, Hero was gaining fastly. The creature frantically ran, practically waving its arms in panic.

"Barbarians!" Its cry. "There are barbarians!"

There were lush guards that stood guard at the top of the wall. They gazed upon the chase of Hero and the creature, and soon bore a face of terror. They held their pikes like a crutch as the fear caused their legs to weaken. Orders were shouted, and warnings were spreadt.

The pearly gate that once stood open for all to pass soon began to close. The portcullis made of white steel slowly descended to block those who wish to pass. The green creature screamed at guards to keep the door open, but similarly fearful screams was also given to get the gate closed.

The creature willed its remaining strength to its legs so it may cross the distance, but its already strenuous run had failed to get it past the gateway. The mighty gate made of what may be solid marble braced by pearly steel bolted in place by pearly rivets stood in the way.

The creature was trapped outside the 'safety' within the marble verdant walls. It put its back against the cold steely gate, and face the gazes of the barbaric creatures it witnessed within the limits of Urbanland.

"P-please. Spare me." The green creature shrank.

Hero stopped mere paces away from the creature who gazed deep into the his ruby eyes as if eyeing the torch of an arsonist as they set your hideout aflame. He gasped for breath to reclaim the endurance expended in the run.

"Apologies, herbal fellow. I did not intend to scare you," Hero began. "I just wished to talk with you. My name's Hero's Prophecy. It's a pleasure to meet with you."

"L-likewise. I'm Pepper Mint."