Thank you for your compliments!
But T-nex, please don’t call me Davey. I most sincerely dislike it.
Anyways …
Anyone perfect must be lying, and anything easy has it’s cost.
Anyone plain can be lovely, and anyone loved can be lost.
But what if I’ve lost my direction, and what if I’ve lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection? Well, maybe the worst is behind …
And it is! Because your patience is being rewarded!
Chapter 8 is here! Yes, life are good.
Chapter 8
Nothing existed except for vast and stretching lands.
At first, there were charred, burnt, wrecked, and wasted land. It was scattered with makeshift slig tents. Animals around here were scarce, and the ones there found themselves shot for food or herded into uncomfortable pens only to be shipped later to meat plants across Mudos. There were hardly any plants. All that was left of any trees was their stumps. Any grass that there was had been tainted and dead for a while; the few animals gathered around patches of brown shrubbery.
Much like this.
Later, there were only mildly altered lands. A few sligs were on patrol here. Some smatterings of mudokon art and carvings could be seen. There were more wild animals here, and far more in the plant department. Sure, the trees were wimpy, but they were there. The grass was green, too.
This went on for a while. Then…
Massive monuments across vast stretches of forest and desert. Little industrial development. Very few sligs. Mudokons are more prominent. Wild animals travel in droves, and move freely.
There is a shoddy village. Small huts made from wood. Quickly made, as if it was designed to come apart and go up again in a hurry.
flash!
crash!
thud!
I hit the ground with ridiculous suddenness. And of course, I landed on my wounded arm—
Wait, how did I feel my arm throb if it wasn’t there?
And why wasn’t I all sticky and bloody?
I only know opened my eyes … and took in my surroundings. I was in a little village, and there were mudokons everywhere. Working, talking, playing catch, meditating …
And three of them were walking towards me very fast. Each had a slingshot cocked and ready to shoot.
As they came over, I inspected my body …
I was in one piece!
An insurmountable urge to laugh, cry, and dance swelled up inside my stomach. I had meant to stand up slowly, but I clattered up to my feet again, whistling to the heavens!
My sudden outburst apparently angered the muds, because they raised their slingshots and pointed them at me. Directly. A few words I hadn’t learned—but could guess anyway—roared from their unsown lips. They basically said “Freeze,” the favorite words of the sligs.
Oh, jeez. I thought the muds would be friendly, and that I would get a break … but I guess not …
I cringed back in fear, and waited for the worst.
Sorry it's so short this time around, folks. I didn't want to get too far into anything yet. The next installment should be a whopper.
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