Healing Life Through Camping In Another World Wiki Novels & Stories

Chapter 20 Germaine had begun to realize something. The other worlds, at least the ones she had encountered, like the werewolves and the dryads, were full of magic. As she looked at the large camp site, she realized her assertion was correct. As far as her eyes could see, tents and tents spread out and lots of people milled around. It seemed to her inexperienced eyes like a gypsy camp, one that would soon fold up and leave at any moment.

Nightveil and Mooncrest tents had already sprung up in the sheltered hollow near the entrance—a rough, hastily thrown‑together camp of canvas, bedrolls, and cookfires Healers moved between pallets, hands glowing soft as they cleaned wounds and muttered about stubborn patients who refused to stay lying down. Freed captives huddled in borrowed cloaks around the nearest fires, hands wrapped around steaming cups. Some stared at the flames like they weren’t quite real. Others slept where they sat, exhaustion finally dragging them under. Every now and then, one of them would look up, catch sight of the Mooncrest crest on a passing cloak, and flinch—then relax, confusion melting slowly into wary re

She doesn’t bolt. She listens. And I do, too. The camp is carved into a crater in the forest floor—burned trees ring its edge like blackened ribs. There are no tents or structures—just hollowed dens, bark-walled nests, and firepits ringed in teeth. It doesn’t smell like decay. It smells like bone and smoke and survival. I walk ahead of Kael for the first time in miles. Not because I want distance. Because I need space to breathe.

Beneath the hills and a couple of meters away from us, looking fresh yet foggy under the morning skies, lies a vast low lying pasture where a herd of elks are scattering in all directions, along with the spreading light. As the colours in the sky becomes more and more vibrant, I find myself in a soothing state of mind, excited to start the day. The sound of the birds chirping and the gentle breeze coming off the hills gives me goosebumps all over my body. One thing I realise, this camp has given me the opportunity to see and appreciate how wonderful nature is. "Hey!" I turn around to see Eric smiling at me. "You look overwhelmed! First time watching a sunrise?" "Yeah.." I nod to him.

Chapter 2 Clara woke to sunlight spilling through a huge window, soft and golden, but everything else felt unreal. The floor beneath her was smooth and warm, not the dirt and grass she had known. The air smelled of flowers and something sweet she couldn’t name. Her knees buckled as she swung her legs off the bed. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming—maybe the fire, the screams, the violence had been a nightmare. But the pendant her grandmother had pressed into her hands burned faintly against her chest, reminding her that it had all been real.

I told her after pulling her so I could hug her. “Plan what, the ceremony?” she asked, and I nodded. “Okay, I would love to. But I want to do it after I give birth.” “If that’s what you want,” I replied and kissed her on her head. The celebration ended, but we decided to go back to my world the following day. Traveling from my world to hers is fun if you ask me. Not everyone can do that, and it might only be us who can do that. I don’t know. I was hoping that it was just us since the cause of it was scary. It only means that evil has taken its form and does evil things to humans and supernatural beings.

“I’ll see what I can do about duplicating the anti-venom from the new monster.” I left her to her task and took my collection kit through the camp. In the absence of the knights, hunters, and their squires, the atmosphere of the camp changed, becoming more like that of a village. People went about the tasks of their day, washing clothing, preparing food, and tending to animals. Many wandered Aien’s garden, watering or harvesting plants. I could see him amongst them, his cloak catching the wind. As if sensing me, he turned his head and looked my way. I hurried on, not wanting to appear to be staring at him.

[--Esmarie Cruz--] There’s a certain beauty to camping that I never quite understood. I always thought of camping as this uncomfortable, messy affair where people willingly threw themselves into the wilderness, far from the comforts of home. The idea of sleeping in a tent, with only thin fabric separating me from the unknown creatures lurking in the dark, seemed more like a nightmare than a peaceful retreat. I had never once considered doing it myself. The outdoors held no appeal for me—no cozy bed, no electricity, no running water, no security. Just the vast openness of nature and all its unpredictability where someone can stalk, chase, hunt, and kill you without anyone knowing a damn thing

Robbie carried me in one arm up a steep hill, his other hand keeping the trees from slapping me in the face. As we reached the clearing near the edge of the territory, I caught sight of the camp. It wasn't peaceful—quiet, yes, but only the kind of quiet that comes after a disaster destroys everything. The wounded lay on cots or blankets across the muddy ground, some barely conscious. Painful groans echoed all around. Healers darted between them, some glowing faintly with exhausted magic, others applying pressure to wounds or resetting bones with practiced hands. "Alpha Robbie!" a soldier called, rising to his feet when he spotted us.

I struggle to keep them open, trying to engage with Shelly in conversation. Yet, the drowsiness is overpowering, pulling me into a deep slumber. As I succumb to the fatigue, darkness envelops my senses, consuming me entirely. This darkness slowly transforms into a shimmering light, revealing my surroundings as the familiar camp environment. I'm back at camp with Shelly and some campers our age, traversing the winding trails lined with towering trees. We're learning about the different types of trees and their unique characteristics when Jonathan, one of the camp helpers, approaches me.