[AlexFili]

I know I've posted a lot in such a short time, but this story is really important to me. It's developed extremely fast and I'm willing to share it with the world. If you like, you can take it in turns and just comment on the last two-three chapters if that would be better.

Thanks again for the support. I accidently deleted Chapter 8 from my computer, so I'll have to rewrite it. The quality should be a little better than before.

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Chapter 7: Hearth

A few days after Rook fixed the generator, he went on night patrol again. He didn’t find any Dark Wings. For once this was a good sign, for it meant that their numbers were finally under control again. The long hours seemed to take their toll on Rook, physically. Rook’s skin was looking a bit off-colour. Rook felt that his teeth had been affected by the capsule. Perhaps it was some kind of side-effect to the antidote?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. He took a drink from his flask, hoping to quench his thirst and occupy his mind. He heard a noise behind him. Rook turned and saw one of Scraper’s spies. Instinctively, Rook grabbed the throat of the spy. “So, Scraper’s got Mudokons working for him as well has he?” The Mudokon gulped. “Get the heck out of my sight before I whack ya one.” Rook threw the Mudokon further than he could have imagined. As the Mudokon ran away, Rook began to question his own actions. Why had he snapped again like that? It wasn’t just fear of Scraper and his gang…

Rook placed his two hands on his head. His hands felt colder than usual, the lack of heat in the surrounding area perhaps. He was having a pretty bad day and none of this was helping. He needed to get some sleep.