Man, I'm seriously working hard on this book...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
He couldn’t see much with his eyes.
He couldn’t hear much with his ears.
He couldn’t feel much with his whole body.
But he was still a shaman. Even after all these years.
The Mudokon slowly walked forward to the edge of the craggy gorge where he had spent the latter half of his life. He leaned heavily on the bumbarkh-wood staff he had cut for himself more than fifty years ago, even before he’d moved to this remote sanctuary.
Hold on a moment; why had he come here? Why? Oh, yes; the other shamans had thought it was a good idea to have one of their most powerful members out here, close to RuptureFarms, to wait and watch for a place to strike the massive factory.
So he’d sat here for years, watching RuptureFarms grow into a bigger and bigger threat to the Oddworld ecology…and he’d grown complacent. He’d been left with nothing more to do than conduct extensive research on that ludicrous ancient prophecy about the “Chosen One,” chosen by destiny to rescue his people.
And then had come the day when that very Chosen One – or whatever he was – had fallen into his gorge.
Abe.
The old Mudokon shook his head. It was so hard to believe that the former slave who came tumbling into his gorge was the one chosen by destiny to rescue his people. How could a bumbling, rather stupid Mudokon, nearly totally untested besides his daring – and lucky – escape from RuptureFarms, rescue the whole Mudokon race from their slavery?
Still, he’d done his duty. He’d saved Abe’s life. He’d given the young one a purpose.
To the old one’s shock, Abe had carried out his duties. Even now, thirty years later, Abe was going around and destroying the Glukkons, despite his advancing age.
Advanced age, huh? the old one thought. I’ll show him advanced age when I see him…if I ever do.
But he knew he would see Abe again. After all, that was what he had been planning to do for several days now, wasn’t it? Or was his memory so bad he couldn’t even remember what he was doing?
No, no. He could remember. He was going to warn Abe. Warn him about the threat stirring against him. Warn Abe about the darkness that was sure to overtake him without help.
Taking a deep breath, Big Face turned and headed north.
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