[Sal the Mudokon]

After years(slight exaggeration) of pain and agony, my computer's internet connection has been fixed and i can now update my fan fiction. More to follow soon. And now, the first day.


Sal's Oddysee

Chapter 8: The First Day

“Okay damn it! You’ve had enough!” roared George as he took Sal’s cantina away.
“Just one more sip or I’ll die!” screamed Sal.
“No, you can at least wait until we leave the village!” The mudokons in the village watched as Sal and the others moved out.
“We’re doomed,” said Writh.
“Ahhh, have some faith ya old wad of wrinkles!” snapped Sal.
“I hope ya like the meetle I picked out for ya, Sal!” Sal looked down at his weak old bug-thing as it huffed and puffed along.
“Well, I hope ya don’t die while I’m gone, Writh,” said Sal as he rode off. Writh snickered at Sal and walked away.
About four hours later, Sal had been bored by the constant view of trees. He decided to try to make his meetle fly. Slowly, the runt began to rise off of the ground. Sal was delighted at accomplishing his goal and slowly rose towards the canopy.
“Hey Ralf,” said Todd, “is Sal still alive?”
“Don’t know, I’ll check.” Ralf turned his meetle around and was surprised to find that Sal had disappeared. “Uh guys,” said Ralf fearfully, “Sal’s gone.”
“What?!” said Don, “look for him!”
“There he is,” said George, pointing up. George’s meetle quickly rose off of the ground and jettisoned towards Sal and ‘Killer-Demon-Monster-Destroyer-Beast-of-Oblivion-Who-Will-Destroy-Stuff’ (as Sal had now renamed his meetle). “Sal, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, just looking at the view.”
“Hey do you see that up ahead?” yelled George with glee. Up ahead, there was a clearing. “It’s the plains!”
“What’s that,” asked Sal.
“It’s a huge clearing with fresh air and plenty of food, with its downsides.”
“What kind of downsides?”
“Ya know, the local wildlife and such.”
“Exactly what kind of ‘local wildlife’ are we talking about here?”
“Well, at night, there is a creature that can defeat anything that walks.” Sal began to turn his meetle around. “Don’t worry, we don’t walk.”
“Oh yeah,” said Sal.
As they hovered, they came upon a large pack of scrabs.
“Are those the monsters that you were afraid of?” asked Sal.
“No, but these are definitely in second place!” replied George.
The scrabs ran across the plain in a beautiful formation, as if they were one animal. Sal had never seen anything like it in his entire life. They were terrifying, yet wondrous at the same time.
“Ya know,” started Sal, “these are creepy, but at the same time kind of cute.” Just then, his meetle decided that he had had enough. “Ahhh!” screamed Sal as his meetle swung violently. ‘Killer-Demon-Monster-Destroyer-Beast-of-Oblivion-Who-Will-Destroy-Stuff’ had lived much too long to sustain flight as long as he had. He was ready to kiss the dirt. “Help!” begged Sal, as he and the bug plummeted towards the ground. Todd was the first to get to Sal. He grabbed Sal’s hand and pulled him atop his meetle just before the old insect hit the ground. The meetle landed safely, but from Ralf’s view high in the sky, he could see the scrabs changing their formation to devour the meetle.
“We’re going back down!” yelled Todd as he pulled a 360 on his meetle.
“Why?” begged Sal, “We’ll be torn apart!”
“Because the map is with the meetle! Hold on and steer while I lean out for the map!” Sal grabbed tightly to the meetle. They neared the ground and Todd leaned out grab the map before the scrabs reached it.
The meetle was flying quickly and less than a foot’s length off of the ground. Closer… closer… then all of a sudden Todd reached to get the pouch holding the map and missed, but snagged his arm on one of the meetle’s restraining ropes.
Sal could not stop the meetle and Todd was thrown from safety. He desperately tried to turn the meetle around.
The three other mudokons swarmed from the skies to Todd’s help. Todd struggled to get up and grab the pouch, but found it a hard operation due to his broken arm. He put the pouch around his arm and ran towards Sal who was struggling to control his meetle. Just before Todd grabbed onto the meetle, the head scrab attacked it, knocking both from the meetle. They held tightly to the wild bug-thing. The meetle plowed through two scrabs before raising altitude.
A scrab swung its jaw at Todd’s leg, but only left a huge gash. Todd, now holding on by only one arm and in great pain began to slip as the meetle tossed and turned just out of the scrabs’ reach. Sal swung one leg over the meetle and grabbed Todd. Todd was too heavy to hold onto through this hysteria.
Ralf flew just above the battered mudokons. Ralf was much stronger than Sal and was able to pull Todd to his meetle. Don and George flew down and tried to plow through the scrabs with little success. Sal was still unable to calm the crazy meetle and needed assistance immediately! Don flew to the right of Sal and attempted to push his meetle into the air.
George flew to help and handed a rope down to Sal. Sal grabbed it and tied it around one of the meetle’s legs. Don handed him another rope and Sal tied it around a leg on the opposite side of the meetle. Don and George began to steer their meetle’s higher into the air, thus bringing up Sal. After about and hour, Sal was safe again and the team was flying high in the air. They were one meetle short so Todd, who was now in bandages, rode with Ralf. The moons were now visible and Sal looked up at them. One had his handprint on it, which he had noticed long before. He raised his palm to it. “This is going to be a long trip,” he said.