Are you still shocked of the last chapter? Hehehe! Just kidding!
Well, you see that I started to continue this story. I don't have much to say. Simply read
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Chapter 7 :
A while after the happening, Alector stood on a rock and looked down to a valley, which was at the bottom of the dead-looking, dark-brown and sharp mountain. He stepped to the beginning of grass. His hands were bloody and he started to wipe the desert sand off. At least, he tried it. It was difficult and painful because the heat warmed up his body and the hands began to sweat. The salty substance burned on Alector’s wounds. It was like the sun would touch him with it’s hot and fiery arms. Horrible! He tried to ignore it. Alector looked back to the desert and saw his foot prints on the dead ground of sand. The air was sticky and Alector missed the wind he felt when the big Scrab herd jumped over the abyss where Alector and the little kid hung on sharp rocks. There was an icy wind that touched his neck when he saw the kid, which fell down into the darkness. In front of him, there was still the valley with forests, meadows, watercourses and… and there was something strange. It smelled sweetish like fruits, cake and meat. He also heard sounds, like tribes celebrated.
Alector was diverted of those things. Actually, he was supposed to hike to a watercourse that was closely. He almost forgot the pain. The music and the fragrances amazed him. He decided to walk downward the dry and hot rocks. A bit of moss growed in some holes, the rest was dead stone. It almost looked like a changeover from a hot zone, to a moderated zone and back to a tropical, and fruitful zone. On his way, he met two Mudokons. Both of them had split hair and paintings in their faces. Each had a spear and a bag, filled with stones. Maybe they went to hunt. Did they belong to a certain tribe?
Alector looked at them and turned away. But they turned around and pondered. They noticed his different look, the way he walked because it seemed that Alector had an injury on his leg and they noticed his long hair, especially not to overlook, his bloody hands. Curiosity ruled over them and every intolerance against Alector disappeared.
Well, isn’t it normal that different tribes are aggressive against other tribes? They sprint to Alector. One of them touched his right shoulder. Alector was surprised, but calmed down quickly. He was surprised because h missed a touch like that. It almost felt like the hand of his father when he spoke to him. He forgot everything, even that he stood on a rock and two Mudokons stood behind him!
There only was a black background. Only Alector and this hands. But suddenly, a voice pulled him out of his vision. He narrowed his eyes and looked to both of them. -,,Could you show me a coolish waterhole I can wash my hands in?”
The Mudokon who touched his skin looked to his companion and nodded. –“Come along to our village. You can eat and drink there. But you’ll have to leave as soon as you feel better.”
Alector took a small but deep breath and said : ,,That’s nice, but I can’t stay long.”
One of them, he had short and red hairs, upraised his spear. It almost looked like he wanted to threaten Alector. But he added: ,,If you don’t come along, we’ll have to chase you away!”
But they wouldn’t because they knew, when Alector won’t come along, creatures of forests would give him the rest. So, they contiuned walking without looking back.
Alector turned around and walked behind them.
-In the same tribe, they belonged to, was a fight. Everyone was curious and in rage. The Mudokons of the whole village stood about a little cottage to follow the fight. They didn’t wanted to miss details! They heard a lot of insults and screams. A jar flew out of the cottage and broke into pieces. After it, an angry Mudokon ran out of it and began to hustle all onlookers, they blocked his way. He abscond to a meadow where orchids growed. He simply plucked them out and threw them away. Suddenly, a tiny and obese Mudokon came out of the cottage. He had a cigar in his mouth. Self made, he was proud of it!
Two Mudokons reached the village. Behind them, Alector. He thought they’ll lead him to a friendly tribe. But it was strange to see all around a cottage. Alector’s first look was at the obese Mudokon who walked faster and faster again. He looked strange because his legs were too short. He had to lift his loincloth because it disappeared under his stomach. He screamed his name: ,,Mexola!” What was up to with him? The Mudokon in front of Alector wanted to keep him away. But Alector was so curious, that he jumped to see anything. It seemd that the small Mudokon, who ran faster and took a stick on his way, was the father of Mexola. One moment…he took a stick? Alector almost pulled the Mudokon in front of him down.
He got to see what he never saw before. The father grabbed Mexola and beat the stick on his body. Three, four, five times. Till the stick was smashed. Alector panted in shock. But he didn’t hear a scream of Mexola. Alector unconditionally wanted to go to him, but the two Mudokons in front of him turned around to hold him tight. But Alector was faster. He ran to the meadow.
Mexola’s father was shocked of Alector’s look. And he was afraid of him at the same time. He simply had to narrow his eyes and the tiny Mudokon ran away!
-,,Hey, are you alright?” On Mexola’s back, there were red and thick weals. He looked to the meadow and laughed quietly. -,,Don’t care about me, stranger…it’snothing more than a habit. It’s just a hibit…”
All of a sudden, a person yelled :,,A stranger, a stranger hurted Mexola with a stick!!!” Alector was shocked, it was the Mudokon who touched his shoulder! He was deeply shocked. Mexola looked at his hands and then up to his face. -,,Go away as fast as you can. Hurry up! They wont leave you alone till you are dead!” Alector looked to the crowd that moves nearer. He went away. But Mexola added to his words: ,,Clean your hands. The creatures in this land can small you by now!”
The white Mudokon started to run fast. Mexola was surprised because he never saw a Mudokon who ran so fast like him. The crowd would never get him. All ran and jumped behind Alector, but they didn’t notice that someone was still sitting on the meadow. One stepped on his hand and didn’t hear a cracking noise that came from Mexola’s knuckle.
His father came again and said: ,,Come in, your mother wants to speak with you.”
But Mexola stood up and shout at him: ,,No! Never again!” I will search that Mudokon who is chased by this stupid folk that lives in this village! Even when he is a stranger, he cared about me for a couple of minutes. You never did!” His father stared at him and was pallid in his face.
Mexola started walking. He couldn’t wait for a miracle, he wanted to find him.
But on this day, he thought it was supposed to visit him…
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Anyways Im glad you have started adding to it again, I mainly have just seen all your great artwork around here, and never have gotten a real good chance to read any Fan Fics you have written, keep up the good work.
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