[Latamire_Munch]

Harc found a tiny slig in the grass. He was passed out. His breathing was slow and ragged. Harc reached down and shook him.

“Hey, little guy, you okay?” he said with a shaky voice.

The slig didn’t move.

Harc began to get worried, so he picked him up and carried him towards the forest that lay in front of him. He carried him all the way to a pond, where Harc splashed water onto the itty bitty slig’s face. Slowly, he woke. He used all of his strength to lift his head and get a view of his savior. He was huge, compared to him.

In a gentle voice, the big guy said, “I’m Harc, what’s your name?”

Drogin cocked his head and replied, “Drogin.”

“Hi, Drogin. Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“Erm,….I kind of ran away. It’s a long story.”

Suddenly, the two sligs heard a rustling in the grass. They turned and saw three Paramites pacing around a tree trunk. As they walked closer and they saw big ol’ Harc, the little creatures ran away.

“Hey!” called a voice from above.

Harc looked up and whispered, bewildered, “Odd??”

“No, stupid! In the tree!”

Harc looked in the tree and saw a slig sitting up there. “Oh, hi! Need help?”

“Yea, big guy, I’m jumpin’ down, you catch me!”

“Okay.”

The slig leapt from his tree and landed in the Big Bro’s arms. Harc let him down as he said, “I’m Harc and this is- Hey! Where’s the little guy?”

“Little guy?”

“Drog! Drogin!”

“I’m here!” called a squeaky yet raspy voice from the tall grass.

“Woah, he is little. I’m Trask and I’m guessing you are Drogin and I know this big guy’s Harc.”

“Yea, that’s right.” Drogin said stepping out of the grass.

“So what are you guys doing out here? Did you guys come from the brewery to save me?”

“Brewery?” Drogin asked, “How long have you been in that tree?”

“’Bout three days.”

“I thought SoulStorm Brewery exploded.” Harc said, confused.

“It did.” Drogin explained.

“Ack!” Trask grabbed his chest, “Oh, well, didn’t like working there much anyways. So gentle-sligs, where to now?”

To be continued