Finally back! I wrote this chapter ages ago and now I'm gonna post it! HUZZAH!!!
Part 3, the Naturalist
Chapter 1,
In southern Glucose there was a factory that people said was the most secure this side of the ocean. Two days walk Southwest of that factory was the plain of Gopemi were a great battle was once fought over a millennia ago. On the south side of the plain was a vast forest stretching as far as the eye could see in every direction. A short walk into the thick trees was a small wooden hut.
A trail of blood led from the plain through the forest and through the open door of the hut, up to the body of a dead mudokon, slumped on the floor. Standing before the body was a tall mudokon called Graham.
Very few people knew how Graham had ended up living in a hut in a forest in southern Glucose. Let alone a forest considered evil by almost all who knew of its existence nearby. But live there he did, for who-knows-how-many-years. And he knew why sligs feared the forest.
Graham looked down sadly at the body of the young mudokon that lay on the floor before him. That kid wasn’t the first. There was a legend around the Orb that said all who held the Orb when it was in the grip of the Glukkons died shortly afterwards. No one to ever have held it before had died within days of loosing it. And now he gripped in his fingers.
Graham whispered a quick prayer for the boy, then he stepped around the body (ancient people had believed it a terrible taboo to step over dead body and they had been right about so many things) and went outside and raised his hand into the air and muttered a few words from an ancient language. After a few seconds a group of birds fluttered down towards him and formed a ring. Energy bonds flew from the birds, creating a glowing portal. Graham leaned towards it and whispered, "I have the Orb. The boy is dead… Bullet wounds, in his shoulder and back and legs… It seems he cracked… Oh, well… I know, I will; Odd knows he deserves it… I’m going to, just to the other side of the forest… Yes, I will… I know the legends but someone has to… Ok, you’ve been a great support to me if it does end like that… Me to. Bye." Graham turned away and the birds fluttered into the trees. Then he turned around, took a spade from the side of his house and began digging.
An old shaman stood in a small room with blank iron walls, ceiling and floor with no visible entrance or exit. In front of him was a flat circle of light, floating in thin air. The old mud was right against up against it and seemed to be speaking into it, "… What? What happened to him? …I always knew the risks. The army left in your direction barely 8 hours after he left… It wasn’t Bill who told them, I promise you that. But it appears I made a mistake myself in overlooking the prisoner next to Bill… Give Aaron the proper respects… We need to get someone else to take it across, any ideas? …Oh! Well. You know what could happen to you… If you’re sure. I’ll be sorry to loose you if the curse stuff is true… Ok, I’ll miss you then if…" The old mud stepped away from the portal as it closed and sighed. A few seconds later he vanished from the room without a trace that he’d ever been there.
It's shorter than what i usually write, i know. But this whole section is gonna be a trial to write, i basically have no ideas in what to do here. Ah well, I'll just get on with it and se how it goes, shall I?
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