Chapter Four: The Warrior
Here it is. The startling conclusion to chapter four of The Marching Mudokons. Looks like Amos has got himself a grudge. The beggining of the next chapter to come soon.
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Amos rubbed his paw. He deserved the power. Not Abe. How could Big Face do that to him? “Only one shall wield the power.” That was unfair. All that hard work for nothing. Well maybe not nothing. His sinewy muscles still ached from the running and jumping. After his muscles stopped aching they would be a lot stronger, he reminded himself. His mind had hardened into a ball of fire and ice. Mentally he felt like he had been given a fresh slate to work on. He had faced the scrabs and survived. Nothing could break him. Not even this. Not even that chump Abe.
It didn’t matter what the prophecy said. It didn’t matter that Big Face could not bestow upon him the power he deserved. He would get his chance. He would show Abe who the real hero was.
Amos began the long trek back through the sands of the Scrabania. His mind and heart where hotter than the desert winds. He would show them.
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