[TheRaisin]

Okay, am I missing something here? I know you're reading this thread, I've looked at the Views column, so let me ask you a simple question: WHY AREN'T YOU RESPONDING?! While you're thinking of how to apologize and explain why you haven't been responding, here's the next chapter, ya undeserving, ungrateful so-an'-sos, why I oughta, grumble grumble....

Chapter VII

At the center of the sprawling treetop village, in a large dwelling that served as both Skirk's living quarters and HQ, Skirk explained the situation.
Many years ago, when Skirk was just a juvenile, the Glukkons who dominated the lands south of the mountains sent a huge convoy of transports and tree-cutting machines (Skirk had to explain machines to Skrit, who soon realized that they were the large, seemingly living boulders he had seen in his dreams) to start a massive forestry operation on this side of the mountain, having squandered the natural resources on their side of the mountain and drained the land of it's life. Naturally, the native wildlife, and even the usually docile Mudokons, fought back. The Glukkons and sligs, with their superior weapons and brutal lack of sympathy for anything that got in their way, had naturally won, and the once united native tribes and packs scattered throughout the outskirts of their homeland, watching as small patches of barren land became large fields, expanding year by year.
Although the damage to the forest was growing, it could still be undone, for despite the fact that the industrialists won in the end, they lost many machines and Mudokon slaves, and had not the funds to replace them. So the small, divided work camps continued on with their jobs, slowly but surely destroying the forest. Over time, some had been destroyed by paramite raids, but there was no longer a united force capable of doing enough damage to stop the onslaught of industry. So, for almost twenty years the paramites and other forest creatures had stood by helplessly and watched their beloved home fall to the greed of the Cartel. But now things were going to change.
Skrit's small band gave the forest paramites just the edge they needed, or so Skirk thought. But Skrit knew better. Attacking these establishments would require open assault in which the sligs would have the upper hand, and the forest paramites' clever ambushes and skill would amount to naught. They would need someone with a better understanding of open warfare, someone like him, but more importantly, they would have to rely more heavily on sheer numbers, and although Skirk was confident that she could muster up all the paramite tribes, it wouldn't be enough. They needed more than a small group of clever, well-trained paramites. They needed a full-fledged army. And Skrit knew just how to get one.
Calling on his photographic memory, he described to Skirk the Mudokon he had seen in his dreams, and asked if there were any that loosely fit that description. They were going to ask some ancient allies for another favor.

There. Another chapter down. Go ahead, reply, I'll get your messages within a day. I have no life outside school and my house.