After years of creating memories and traditions, the trio had reached their last summer at Camp Wandsworth as campers. They would be able to become counselors or hot lifeguards as Viggo liked to remind them, but otherwise, it was their last chance to enjoy the magically preserved natural heritage site without the burden of teenage responsibilities.
The sun was high in the sky shining on the gloriously green coniferous forest. Vera and Viggo were already sitting on their rock at the edge of Lake Tshakapesh. The blonde was writing on a small scroll of parchment while the young man was skipping rocks on the water.