[Sal the Mudokon]

When I sed soon... i meant really soon! like five minutes later. here's the next chapter...aptly titled!

Chapter 9: Day Two


The next morning Sal awoke to find himself high above the ground, this time in safe hands though. The only other one who was awake of the team was Ralf. Sal didn’t know much about Ralf because he had been kind of quiet this whole time. All he knew of Ralf was that he was easily the strongest of the warrior muds. George was the leader type because when he said something, which was rare, the others listened. Todd was the nicest one. It was a shame that he had been injured. Don was very quiet, but always seemed to have something on his mind. And Ralf was the strong one. Sal was considered to be the dumb, loud, obnoxious one… rightly so.
“We’re gonna have to camp, Sal,” said Ralf, “They meetles have been riding all night and they can’t take this flight any longer.”
“WHAT!?” screamed Sal, “Are you crazy? Those things will be back and they’ll rip us to little itty-bitty bits!”
“If we don’t let the meetles rest than we’ll have to walk on foot the rest of the way.”
“I suppose yer right,” said Sal, “but what about the giant, long blue thingy on the map? It looks huge. We’ll be eaten alive!”
“Let me see that map!” said Ralf as his meetle neared Sal’s. “That’s a river you idiot! It will be a great place to take a rest for a while.”
“Is that the thing with water?”
“Yes you imbecile, and it’s not too far from here.” The conversation woke up Todd.
“Did you guys say ‘water’?” said Todd weakly, “cuz I could use some right about now.”
“Yeah, and we’ll be there in a little while,” said Sal.
The team trekked on for many more hours. By this time, the other two mudokons had awakened.
“I spy, with my little eye, something green,” said Sal.
“The grass, damn it, you’re looking at the grass!” shouted Ralf.
“Right again,” said Sal, “Wow, yer gettin’ good!”
“Look the river is supposed to be somewhere around here, I know it.”
Just then, there was a sparkle in the distance. It was the river!
“Sweet!” cried Sal as he started kicking his meetle for it to speed up.
“Look,” said Ralf, “if you keep kicking it like that, yer gonna kill it just like the last one!”
“Hey,” snapped Sal, “I didn’t kill ‘Killer-Demon-Monster-Destroyer-Beast-of-Oblivion-Who-Will-Destroy-Stuff’… It was just his time…just his time”
“Yeah, just his time to crash and be ripped apart by scrabs all because you wanted to over exhaust the poor old fella.”
“Shut up!” yelled Sal
“And that’s a great name!”
“Yer just jealous that yer meet-thing doesn’t have such a grand and, um, exquisite name as mine.”
“Ooh, exquisite? Where did you learn such big words?”
“Hey guys, quiet down!” said George, “Do you hear that?” George was pointing to the horizon where the sun was setting and the river looked to be getting a little bit closer. “There it was again!”
“There was what?” interrupted Sal, “I don’t hear a thing? You guys are just going insane from not getting any water.”
“QUIET… elum-boy,” said George.
“Elum-boy?! Hey, I resent that! I don’t drink have as four-times as much as an elum!”
“Sal, just be quiet.”
Just then, there was a shriek in the distance. Blood-curdling, horrific scream that almost made Sal jump out of his skin and wet his loincloth.
“I heard that!”
As the sun fell behind the horizon, the shadows on the land seemed like a marching army, ready for an attack… coming ever closer to them. By this time though, they were already too close to the river to not prepare to stop; despite the curtain of darkness that was shrouding the land.
“Okay, down here we go!” said George. The meetles dropped altitude and headed for the ground.
“Hey!” yelped Sal, “What about those night-things?!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve already planned this out,” said Don, “We’ll find a deep part of the river where we can make a small raft, since it’s not safe on land, and we’ll tie ropes from the raft to posts in the ground, which will keep us from moving away, got it?”
“Uh… yeah,” lied Sal.
Somehow by a strange way of doing so, the plan became reality and the group was out on the raft before the moons came up. The warriors all held their palms before them to the greater moon, contemplating as to why it had the print on its face. Sal was unable to do have such thoughts between vomiting from his extreme case of seasickness.
“Awe!” said all of the angry sky-watchers as they saw the clouds cover their view.
“Better set up tents,” said George, “It looks like rain.”
Before Sal could ask one of the muds to share a tent with him (for his had been with his meetle) the rain was drenching his blue skin. He walked to each tent and was objected by all. His trip wasn’t going to be the way that he had wished. Sal just sat there in the rain, watching the current get stronger, wondering what had to be lurking out in the darkness, and, oh yeah, vomiting.