Part Nine:
SmallFace looked at the mudokons gathered in his hut. The whole tribe was here, the young and the old. Phil was the youngest, he waved at his shaman and smiled. It had been SmallFace who had saved the young one from a pack of paramite. He was mature for his age, but his curiosity still got the best of him sometimes. The oldest was a cranky old mudokon named Len. He was almost 41, quite an accomplishment for a mudokon. Some said he had traded his charm for a long life.
SmallFace concluded his meeting, "So now all of you have been forewarned of the change that will come. We must change also for we cannot run. This mudokon named Abe we must help to our best. Only when he is safe can our tribe fin'lly rest."
He saw mixed feelings on the faces of his comrades. Although all of them shared hate for the ruthless Magog Cartel, not all of them were ready to risk their lives to save some frantic slave who many had heard was incredibly clumsy. How could they risk their lives for some poor chump they didn't even know? And how could SmallFace convince them that if they didn't, they would doom their entire race to many more years of slavery and decadence.
This Abe, this Chosen One who had supposedly been granted the power of the Shrykull, could he really be the savior of the mudokon race? Could he really but an end to the glukkon's corporate empire.
Only time could tell. But SmallFace was ready to do what he had to in order to make that time come quicker.
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