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wow this is awesome n__n finally an update!
I think he'll betray the others to save his life, ohhh but probably not?
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Thanks. And you'll have to wait and see.
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Mwahahahaha! I was right all along! Blege was a traitor! (Does weird dance to go with the moment but, due to bad form, trips about fifteen times.)
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Yes, yes, I know. But you worked it out too early! Besides, it's only
now that he's become a traitor, so when you worked it out it wasn't necessarily true
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Oooh spiffy! Can't wait to see what happens next. O:
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Thank you.
Oh Odd, finally an update! Sorry about taking ages to write new chapters. I still have huge writers block. I know what I want to happen, but I can't quite wright it down. My mind is confused.
Hmmm, I just flicked through some of the past pages and saw Splat used to comment, which I completely forgot about. Looks like I'm losing my memory as well.
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Chapter 25
I get woken up by Creck shaking my arm; my good one, not my broken one. When I open my eyes I see that he’s got a really worried expression on his face.
“What?” I groan, annoyed at being woken up. The sun has barely risen and I’m still really tired. “Has Zevenk returned?”
“Zevenk isn’t back yet, and it’s been hours,” he replied. “I think something may have happened to him. But that’s not what I’ve woken you for. A Mudokon scout stumbled across us not five minutes ago. He woke me up but ran away before I could stop him. He was from the village we passed, and I’ll bet you anything he’ll go back and tell them he saw us. If we don’t want to get caught I suggest we get moving now.”
Creck glances around uneasily as I stagger to my feet. Still half asleep, I sway slightly from side to side. My attempts to force my mind into full awareness work very little and I find my eyelids beginning to droop even as we begin to continue our trek.
The river is exceedingly loud and I worry that if we are being followed or ambushed we won’t hear our enemies. Birds’ songs add tune to the never-ending rhythm of the river, and soon I find my mind drifting off, hypnotised by the natural music. Suddenly realising I’m not paying attention to things, I shake my head violently to clear my mind. Again I force myself to focus, and this time it seems to work a little more.
Eventually the sun begins to appear, bathing the world in its light. We pick up our pace, realising that the addition of the sun will make it easier for any Mudokons to find us. I haven’t yet voiced my concern that, because we are moving faster than usual and we’ve left our camp so early, Zevenk won’t be able to find us. Creck hasn’t said anything either, and I have a feeling that he’s thinking the same thing.
Blege was running. Running north, following the river. His legs whirred and buzzed, creaked and clanked. He was worried that if he kept this pace he would wear them out and they would eventually cease to work.
He was surrounded on all sides by Sligs. They were running like him, their mechanical limbs creating a cacophony of whining and droning that sent birds scattering and animals fleeing. Even the river’s roaring seemed quiet in comparison.
Blege hadn’t needed much time to make his choice. Amongst Slig society, betrayal of your own kind was loathsome and deeply frowned upon. Even when for the greater good, if a Slig betrayed his comrade he was considered by others as highly untrustworthy and disloyal. He would be shunned by others and would live the rest of his life with no friends or allies.
And yet, Blege didn’t care. Let other Sligs hate me, he’d thought to himself. As long as I’m okay, nothing else really matters. He had been promised freedom and he wasn’t about to let the threat of being hated take it away.
Where the others were, he had no idea of. However he knew they would stick to the river and so he felt confident as he partially led the group of Sligs. At the pace they were travelling it would be no time before they found the others, and then they would capture them and take them back to Queen Skillya, who would most likely sentence all three of them to death. He, meanwhile, would board a train to take him back to society with a clean record.
However, and there is always a however, the small bit of Blege that cared about others more than himself was telling him to turn back. Refuse to help them, it said; lead them in the wrong direction, it said. He tried to ignore it but the feeling of guilt and regret kept nagging at him, refusing to be dismissed unless he did something about the situation. But he was determined to not let the feeling win over his mind. For as far as he was concerned, his decision was set in concrete.
Though the sun was rapidly ascending over the land, the Flying Scrab was still sleeping. Dreams of past events reeled in her mind, curling themselves around her consciousness and enveloping her in a powerful longing to be free; to be able to do as she pleased without the confines of the lab or the orders from her Vykker master stopping her.
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Originaly there were going to be 5 more chapters to this, but I think there might possibly be more.