[Splat]

I’m sure you’ve waited long enough (I know I have!) so I’ll tell you some of what you wanna know… Anyway, I dedicate this chapter to Tori because she replied to Splat, she has made some interesting points on other posts, and because no one has replied to my "buy a chapter" ad. But now, join me as we travel deep in to the depths of the unknown. We go now to join Scrat, as we find out what happened to Raffe, and what happened after that, all in chapter 7, christened, What happened to Raffe and what happened after that…

Scrat and his father sat in the front row as Raffe’s sentence was read out:
“You have been found guilty possible and probable murder. The sentence: Banishment to the Demonicul waste plains.” The judge turned to face Nicou. “you have been found guilty of possible and probable manslaughter [the crime of accidentally killing someone]. The sentence: a 17 hour hanging.
This wasn’t as bad as it sounds. A hanging simply meant dangling the victim in the air by his tail. This caused the victim to become light headed and drowsy as the blood rushed to there head. Then they would be prodded with sticks to keep them awake! 17 hours was a long and uncomfortable sentence.
Now that the decision had been made people began to wonder away from the outdoor podium. Some stayed, including Scrat and his father, to watch Nicou’s sentence and to watch Raffe being dragged away. He was thrown in to a cart pulled by slogs and lead away. Once they got to the edge of the plains the ropes attaching the slogs to the cart would be partially cut. Then the slogs would be made to run forward until the damaged ropes split and the cart fell open. Then the slogs would turn around and run back. The prisoner would be left to fight his way out of the cart and left to wonder aimlessly around the plains for the rest of his life.
Scrat’s father left quite soon but Scrat stayed behind to watch Nicou.
“you did the right thing, Nicou,” Scrat told him. “One of us should have said something and I’m ashamed it wasn’t me. I suppose you don’t feel like that much now.”
“Anything’s better than living with all that guilt for the rest of my life.”
Scrat smiled weakly. “Well, at least Mica’s funeral will take place in the right place.”
Nicou looked down at his younger brother. “I just wish it wasn’t to late to say I’m sorry for all those years. But I was so scared of Raffe.”
“We all were.” Replied Scrat.

Makajia and Sajilia walked in to Odd’s temple. Sajilia gazed around in awe. The walls where made of lemon yellow and blood red… stuff! The floor was a rich-purple marble. The ceiling was golden with an amazing picture that represented Odd’s power and everything he ruled over, carved in and marked out with silver and jewels.
A long red carpet ran down the centre of the room, up a stair case, and up to the glimmering waterfall at the back of the room, which fed the two streams that curved majestically to gaps either side of the door.
And along the room sat the biggest variety of creatures that Sajilia had ever seen.
“representatives of Odd’s domains,” muttered Makajia.
Sajilia continued to stare. The only creatures she recognised where the almighty grapes: Giant green or purple creatures with perfectly smooth skin and a face just like their raisin-children. And compared to the raisins, if an almighty raisin was the size of an adult mouse, these things were full grown St Bernard dogs!
The other creatures ranged from tiny creatures, no bigger than a mudokon fingernail, to other things with large hands with three large fingers, giant masses of vine-like tentacles with a grey-rimmed mouth in the middle, mighty dragons similar to the ones to the north of Oddworld, more creatures than are imaginable!
And at the far end of the room, standing in front of the waterfall, was a creature in a brown cloak, with a hood that completely hid its face. The cloaks sleeves were to long and hid its hands, the cloak trailed on the ground, hiding its feet. In fact, the only visible part was it’s the cloak, there was no sign of flesh anywhere, not even gleaming lights of its eyes from inside.
Makajia walked up to this strange being and Sajilia followed. She found her self standing in the stream with her feet wet as Makajia spoke to the creature.
“Our country is heading in to dark times. We need Odd’s help.”
“Very well. You may enter.” Its voice seemed as if it weren’t real. It came out as a strange hiss that seemed to split up in to several sounds at once as it left the creatures mouth. But not in a musical way, in a dry, rasping way that sent shivers down Sajilia’s spine.
“Come on,” whispered Makajia.
“To where?” Sajilia replied, confused.
Makajia didn’t reply, but walked strait in to the waterfall and disappeared through. Sajilia hesitated, glanced at the cloaked thing, then followed.

What is Odd’s throne room like? What is Odd like? What is happenin to Mica? Is this the end for Raffe? Is my story suddenly gonna become really cheesy? Will anyone reply to my chapter dedication request? Find out in the next exiting instalment, chapter 8!