A/n: Hey guys! Long time no write! Well, I have something fun for you guys: an interactive Randicon story! You guys chose what you want to do, and the most popular vote will get the continuation!

It'll be a lot of fun, and it'll help me get back into the groove of writing for Randicon again. So remember! Vote for what you want to see! Both get good endings!... maybe.

The silence echoing in the woods was strange.

There were no bird chirps, no sounds of rustling leaves, no water rushing in streams.

Just pure silence.

The footsteps that echoed and filled the silence was becoming unnerving, and Randy wanted nothing more than to just turn back around and run to his supervisor, Theresa.

She was a kind and gentle soul, but she was a wicked one when it came to the dangers of the world.

It was why she was hired as a bodyguard in the first place.

They'd been hiking for hours that day, the two of them. Randy had just been ahead of her, and she'd been chatting about Randy's newest staff member, Debbie, when the silence had blanketed the woods.

Randy had turned around to find Theresa gone, himself alone, and now afraid.

"Theresa?!" His voice was going to give out, of this he was nearly sure of.

He'd been calling for hours at this point, but the sun had remained fixed in its spot. Despite the sweat that ran down his body, Randy felt as if not a moment had passed since Theresa and himself had been separated.

As he headed towards the same place he'd done from, prepared to go get more help, he heard something.

It was the first sound he'd heard in ages, and it sent chills down his spine.

The sound was that of a roar and a whine, a mixture of pain and fear in the voice.

It sounded like an animal.

Randy's heart leapt to his throat, gripping a tree branch as he turned in the direction of the roar.

What the hell…?

The sound came again, this time louder, and Randy was sure now of the direction it was coming from.

With shaky hands and breaths, he made his way to the sound, hand resting just above the holster for his dagger.

The sounds grew louder and louder, and thrashing noises began to make their way to Randy as well.

Whatever was making these noises was doing so out of pain, most likely. Caught in a trap, maybe?

Randy didn't know - he hardly left his palace, and the last thing he'd wanted to do today was be separated from his friend and left to wander these woods by himself!

Finally, he reached the edge of the small ditch, peering down into it to find the monster that cried out again.

Randy's first thought was of the dragons in fairytales. Then he thought of the bearded dragons he'd seen in his fathers books.

His next thought was blood, blood everywhere.

The scream that threatened to rip up his throat was stopped when he realized that a good majority of the red that he was seeing was that of hair.

This hair looked like a liquid, pooled up in small piles and strewn about the creature that continued to writh in pain.

Green orbs for eyes peered out at Randy, fear and anguish in them.

"Please, young Prince… please help me!"

Randy hesitated. Did it just.. speak?

A heartbeat passed before he made his decision.

Randy helps the monster.

Randy refuses.