"This story must come to an end! Who writes it?" - Marck
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CHAPTER TEN: THE SHRYKULL
It was night in muun forest, and trough the treetops, you could see the stars. The sligs were very tired. But they walked on, because Flir could die every moment.
And then, they came by the hills. There were almost no trees, no bushes to hide. And they saw the shrykull. Half scrab half paramite. It was a horrible and at the same time majestic creature. "Do we have to fight THIS?" said Marck. "I don't want to die! This story must come to an end! Who writes it?" A moment of silence followed. Then, Nirck said: "Listen, one of us goes to the berries and gets them, and the rest of us will fight the shrykull. When we have the berries, we will run away! I will go fight the shrykull. Listen, with closed eyes, I will turn around and point the one that will get the berries for us, the lucky one!" He turned around and pointed... Gurck!
"Good luck guys." said Gurck. But he didn't feel lucky. The others were going to risk their lives for him. He carried a huge responsibility. Too huge.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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