Grid rubbed the Oddworldian dirt between his fingers.
"Strange," he murmured.
It was lighter and drier than usual. This particular forest was reknowned for its fertile soil, many mudokons looking to lead a mroe peaceful life as far away from the Glukkons as they could, came to farm here, and live their lives in peace. In the distance he saw a green figure wearing a loincloth, and a sunhat. Grid walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder. The Mudokon whirled around, let out a yelp and began to run.
"Whoa! Whoa! Wait dude, I'm not gonna hurt you!!" He showed the mudokon the Oddworld Alliance tattoo on his right shoulder.
The mudokon, who looked to be fairly old, sighed with relief, clutching his heart.
"You gave me a start there.." he said.
"Uh, sorry bout that.. I gotta learn to be more discreet."
"I'll say," the old mudokon chirped.
"Listen, have you noticed anything wrong with the land lately have you?"
The old mudokon nodded slowly.
"I have. The soil is ruined, I can't even grow a decent kabbage!" he lifted up a small wrinkled black thing in despair, then throwing it away.
"ARGH!!!" the old Mudokon screamed.
Grid looked around quickly, presuming the mudokon had been shot from somewhere. There was no wound. The mudokon grabbed Grid, leaned in to him and whispered, "The heart is dying.." and sunk to the ground, and laid still. A green ray of light shot out of his chest, straight towards the sky. It stayed their for a moment, then disappeared. Grid moved slowly away from the farm, and back towards the river.
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