Thanks, im glad someone likes it. this one is gonna be a little short.
"I dont understand. Where are we going, how much time?" I yelled out to that strange voice as loud as i could.
"I cannot tell you Ben, you must do this on our own accord."
"Can't you tell me who you are?"
"This I can do." a long pause, "I am Sujalin, I was once the head Tribesman of both, the Mudanchee, and Mudomo tribes. I, long ago, kept the flintlocks lit deep in the temples. Then came the great change when the Glukkens pervaded our lands and enslaved our people, the tribes split and I was left without anyone. I made a pilgramage to Necrum, as it was the only peaceful place left on Mudos, I became a head preist and guarder of the souls of all buried there. At about the time our young hero Abe rescued his fellow Mudokons and destroyed Rupture Farms, the armies of Soul Storm Brew slaughtered everyone in Necrum except for those who were able bodied enough to work. They kept me alive to guide them to the largest grave sites in Necrum. Then Abe rescued us, I made it sure that I was not rescued as I went deep into Necrum and burned all information on the graves. I payed for this crime at the hands of a Glukken, but I recieved my reward in the afterlife Ben. I am now spiritual guide to all who require my help. I am here to help you."
I was amazed at his story. I had one question though.
"You knew Abe?" I waited for his reply.
"That I did." I remained quiet at the mention of Abe's name, I heard a gasp that sounded like the wind.
"OH NO! BEN YOU MUST HURRY AND SAVE THEM!"
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