Chapter 3: Flashback
Once the mudokkon shepard had dissapeared, Slaga had went to work on the orange fire, which is the most common. He got two sticks and started rubbing them together. After a while, it didn't work. 'I don't understand,' thought Slaga, 'it worked a while ago.' He decided to take a nap before he would start this quest. Slaga leaned on a tree and started dreaming.
When asleep, he thought of his past years. First he went back to his toddler years, when his father tried to get him to be evil and read the book 'To Kill a Mudokkon.' He thought of his mother always being worried about him. Also about the time when those three boys tried to get him to shoot a dummy of a mudokkon. Then, he went back to the time when he worked at Gertian's Brew. The most scary part of the dream was when he spent a miserable year in prision. But then, shortly after that, he remembered how he had killed all the sligs in the brewery and then opened the door to freedom for all those mudokkons. He had never forgotten that day. He thought that for the rest of his life and after life, he would never forget that one day.
Suddenly, he had felt a small bonk on his head. He woke up, and then realized a shotgun shell hit him. Slaga felt it. It was still warm. Then, he had an idea. He quickly got some very light twigs, and then layed them in a pile. Slaga took the shotgun shell, and put it under the twigs. After a few short moments, the fire was created. He borrowed some of the fire for a stick. As fast as he could, he ran up the hill. There was the temple. He walked up to the orange colored torch holder. He lit it on there. The first of the four fires was received.
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