chapter five
FIVE
350 Years later...
The Mudokon shaman looked around at his old burnt village. He had never seen so much destruction in his whole life.
He looked down over the cliff, millions of factories and refineries polluting the air were his sight, if only Abe hadn't failed all those years ago...
Eventually, he arrived at his tribe, although five remaining mudokons and himself wernet really a tribe. They had survived very long and it appeared soon they would be caught, worked, beaten, and shot, as that was the way all the other mudokons went.
It was a tribal meeting today, the six got together and discussed how they would survive another week.
"What if, we were to, keep Abe alive, if you know what i'm saying." suggested a Mudokon.
"What? Thats the stupidest idea i've ever heard!" Yelled another.
"you know, you've got a point there, thats just crazy enough to work." Pointed outthe shaman leader.
"thanks Crein!" said the Mudokon who suggested the idea.
"How could that work, Hmm? It's impossible! he died about 350 years ago!" shouted the mudokon opposite him.
"No, hear me out here, if one of us were to, somehow meet Abe..." Creins speech was interrupted by another mudokon.
"Wait, Wait, Wait, meet Abe? your crazy! Everybody knows he died trying to bring down Velaunt Werkz 106!"
"Yes but i said somehow, listen, we could meet him, help him take down VW and guide his survival, it's easily done, with the right amount of concentrated possession energy, we could send the orb through time and posses a slig or something!" Explained Crein.
"Yes but how do we concentrate that amount of energy?" asked a fellow mudokon.
"we'll have to work together, you all know how to chant properly! come on we'll do it now! i'll possess the slig!" explained Crein. they all stood on a chant circle and created a powerful possession orb, within 2 hours, Crein was Rein...
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