((the reason it is not as descriptive is because I’m still suffering from writer’s block and I’m forcing myself to write))
Luckily, for the sligs, the big machine was slow. It lumbered along giving them a head start. They ran and ran hoping to lose the Vykker’s monstrosity. Their thoughts and hopes plummeted when they reached the edge of a cliff. There was no where to run, no where to hide. They were captured.
“Well guys,” Trask sighed, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“We’ll probably die.” Drogin knew exactly what Trask meant.
“At least we’ll die protecting our freedom right?”
Drogin spoke in a fearful whisper, “Yea.”
“Well, if we don’t make it, I guess this is goodbye.”
“Why? What are we doing?” Harc started shaking with fear.
“Going the only way to go.” Drogin looked down into the abyss.
Harc gulped, “Jump?!”
“Bingo.” Trask mumbled.
Suddenly, the Vykker’s machine crashed through the trees behind them.
“It’s now or never!” Trask called out to them, “It was nice knowing you.”
“I’m glad we were friends.” Drogin replied.
“We’re really jumping?” Harc whimpered, “Well, I guess I’m going for it if you all are. I’ll see you later…no wait, no I won’t.” The Big Bro dropped his head and prepared himself to jump.
“On the count of three,” Trask said sadly, “One,” the machine rumbled closer, “Two,” each of them closed their eyes, “Three, GO!” And they leapt, plummeting towards an unknown grave.
Is this the end for our heroes? Yes it is…..well, I don’t know, let me talk to the little green guy with the typewriter in my head. (I wanna grow up to be a necromancer…….*giggles insanely and plays with skeleton doll*)
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