Trask remembered the fall. He felt weightless and his stomach was up to his throat. He fell until he hit rushing water and he hit it hard. He was knocked into unconsciousness. That’s all he remembered, it had happened so fast. When he woke, it was dark and he washed up on a riverbank. His entire body ached and he had a terrible throbbing headache. Harc and Drogin were nowhere to be seen.
With a weak voice he called their names, but there was only the echo of howling wildlife in the distance that answered him. He balanced his body on his mechanical legs and stood up. His arms felt as if they were about to fall of and his head felt like it was about to explode. But he had to find his friends. He began to walk down the riverbank, hoping they washed up as well. Suddenly, he noticed something lying near the river. He walked up to it and noticed it was a pair of small pants. Drogin’s pants. He picked them up and looked around for the little guy, but still no sign. He called his name, but still no answer. Trask sighed heavily and continued his search.
Being alone made him think. ‘Why did I end up here?’ he thought to himself, ‘Was it destiny that I happened to get shot out of the brewery? Maybe it’s just luck? I hate being alone, it’s too quiet. I’m tired, I should rest.’ Then the poor lonely slig sat and leaned against a tree and began to hum a tune. He hummed until he hummed himself to sleep.
When Trask woke, it was daylight once again. He stood up, with Drogin’s pants still under one arm, and continued his search. Only after a few miles of walking, he noticed the ground was getting sandier and the air was getting saltier. He walked up a dune of sand and saw something that just took his breath away. Water. The biggest pond he ever saw. It reached as far as the eye could see and had white peaks that rushed to the bank and then was sucked back in only to do it again. Orange colored sand joined with this body of water. The water was crystal clear and shimmering. Trask had never seen anything so beautiful. In the distance, in the water, he saw a small island. He could barely hear it, but he heard his name being called from it. He walked closer, to the water’s edge and made out a bulky figure.
“Has to be Harc!” Trask said to himself and called his name. “Harc!! Harc buddy!! I’m coming over there!!”
Trask heard a faint, “No no! Don’t!” but ignored it and put Drogin’s legs on the beach and used his back float that saved his life in the river. The island was farther than he thought. How did Harc get out there? It took him a long while, but he made it. He climbed up on the grassy mound and caught his breath.
“I told you not to come!” Harc yelled at him.
“Hey! I have to help you get off this island!”
“That’s what I mean,” Harc said in a fearful tone, “This is no island!”
The two turned and saw three eggs, bigger than Harc.
To be continued…..
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