Here it is. Part one of the fith chapter of The Marching Mudokons. The first four chapters are now on Alcar's
www.oddworlduniverse.com . Capter Five: The Archer introduces Lamuel. Enjoy it for now because once I get to Chukkra things won't be so pretty.
Part One:
The sun rays played on Lamuel’s long golden head feathers. The mudokon Mudarcher looked at her surroundings (authors note: As a warrior class mudokon Lamuel has no sexual organs. Most mudokons are referred to as he for the sake of convenience but in order to preserve the femininity of this character I have chosen to refer to it as a she). It was another beautiful day in the Spooceshrub Forest. A rat hopped across the ground in search of a bite to eat. The cute creature stopped to glace up at the mysterious figure on the hill. Instinct or intellect told its primitive mind that the figure was no threat and it hopped on its way through the dense underbrush.
The white figure gracefully moved down the grassy knoll towards the edge of the forest. Just being near to the trees sent her a feeling of oneness with the Spooce. She recalled old Ben the Shaman’s explanation of the spiritual energy, “The Spooce is what gives a native mudokon their power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us. It’s what binds the galaxy together.”
As a child she had not cared much for religious enlightenment. Adventure was for her. That was what originally prompted her to become a Mudarcher. One of the best ever, so she had heard. But being a mudokon was more, she had learned. Any fool creature could pick up a gun and kill something. It was the ability mudokons had to draw on the Spooce that separated them, well the wild ones anyway, from the glukkons and other industrial races. They had forsaken nature and nature had forsaken them.
Lamuel stepped into the dew ferns of the forest floor. Touching them with her hands as she continued her morning walk.