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CHAPTER 46
“Maybe he never intended to return, I don’t know, but he’d seemed so… so honest when he left. Something must have changed.”
Rettick and Volt exchanged glances. They had a good idea of what had changed, but weren’t sure if it was safe to say it here. They were in Mebek’s hut, just outside the Forest Mudokons’ village. Apparently Mebek had refused to be given a hut within the village, insisting that he wasn’t a part of the village, but that he was just passing through, despite having been there for almost three years now. Apart from Volt and Rettick (and Mildar, of course), Mebek was the only other occupant of the hut, having told the mudokons that they needed to speak privately. Even so, Rettick wouldn’t put it past the ever-suspicious mudokons to be listening on the other side of the wall.
“He’d always been keen on the idea of exploring the forest, and he kind of brought me round to the idea as well. When he received permission for extended leave, he invited me to join him on this journey. We were the best of friends at the time, and I jumped at the chance. We travelled light, and made good progress: we’d learned which plants can be safely eaten, and how to catch certain non-poisonous animals.
“Then, after about two months’ travel, we startled a small herd of Nokkims, who were making a rare trip out in the open.”
“What are Nokkims?” Volt piped up.
“They’re insect-like creatures, related (we decided) to Paramites, but vegetarian. They live in packs, inside the branches and trunks of the trees, feeding on the soft pulp and sap. They’re quite harmless unless you make any sudden movements or loud noises near them, at which point they will attack you. We managed to fend them off, but one of the badly bit my arm.” Mebek twisted in his chair, to show them the scars running up and down his arm. “We’d seen signs of the Forest Muds before, but we hadn’t been able to talk to them or make any kind of close contact with them; they’d pretty much avoided us until now.
“But when they saw that I was injured, they must have decided that they couldn’t just let me die – and I would have died; nokkim bites are poisonous – so they approached us, and took us back to their village, where they began to patch me up. It was taking a while, though, and Grozit got restless, and so he decided to go on ahead, and come back to get me in a month or so, once my treatment was completed. But he never came back. I’ve always assumed he was killed. Now it seems that something else happened.”
Rettick glanced at Volt, then leaned forward. “We have a good idea what happened to Grozit, but first we need to make sure that we’re secure here. Is there anyone else listening, that you know of? Are you sure that no one could be listening through the walls?”
Mebek laughed, nervously. “No, the walls are soundproof. Anything you say here won’t go beyond these walls unless you want it to. Why? Why don’t you want them to hear this?”
Volt leaned forward. “I think Mildar would be better at explaining this.”
Mebek’s brow furrowed, confused. “Mildar? Who? I thought your names were Volt and Ret?”
Rettick laid a hand on Mebek’s shoulder. “Just close your eyes for a few seconds. We’ll explain later.”
Mebek seemed about to protest, then shrugged, and closed his eyes reluctantly. In deference to Mildar’s dislike of being watched as he changed, Volt and Rettick also closed theirs.
There was a shrill metallic screech, which faded to a dull groan, like a bone being slowly wrenched from its socket. When Rettick opened his eyes once more, an old Vykker sat beside him, holding Volt in his arms. Rettick noticed that Mildar had chosen a more natural Vykker look than the one in which he had first met Rettick, but had still got rid of some of his scars. He seemed to be trying to present the least threatening image he could. He sat Volt down between them.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Mebek slowly opened his eyes a little slit, then opened them wide when he saw the Vykker sitting before him. After a few seconds, his eyes registered Volt’s current lack of pants, and he stared suspiciously at Mildar.
“You were his –”
“Yes,” Mildar agreed, “There was a good reason. I’ve got the ability to change my physical form. Unfortunately, the people of this village already know of me and don’t like me.”
Mebek’s face lost none of its suspicion. “They’ve told me about you. Didn’t you impersonate one of them?”
“That was me, yes.”
Mebek smiled slightly. “Idiot. Should have approached them as yourself; they’d have accepted you then.”
“Well, sometimes people make mistakes.”
“Mm.” Mebek leaned forward a little. “So why are you so desperate to get in here then?”
“Well, actually, it’s mainly because of what happened to your old friend.”
“What, Grozit? What happened to him?”
Mildar licked his lips hesitantly. “Well, we don’t know the full story – we never knew about your part in this, for example – but from what we’ve been able to work out, after he left here (we don’t know how long after) he probably found some kind of temple, where he met – and don’t just laugh – a god.” Mebek didn’t laugh. “Anyway, to cut a long story short, he made a deal that allowed him to exploit the forest, something that had previously been impossible, due to the protection provided for the forest by that god. We came here to warn these people, and to persuade them to help us in trying to stop Grozit.”
Mebek looked slightly dazed. “I can’t believe that Grozit would want to destroy the forest.” He looked up at the trio before him. “He loved it so much.”
“We don’t know exactly what happened there. It is possible that it was the god that corrupted Grozit, instead of the other way round. Either way, it’s important that we stop him, agreed?” Mebek didn’t respond. “Agreed?”
Dejectedly, Mebek nodded. “I’d heard about this god. The villagers make sacrifices to it occasionally. They call it the Grilken or something like that. They live in total fear of it. Or they used to.”
“What happened?”
Mebek was silent for a moment. “They believe that the Shrykull has returned to rid them of it. Some say they’ve seen it in the forest.”
Mildar exchanged glances with his companions. “The Crossbreed. It was originally designed to look like the Shrykull, to ensure that mudokons wouldn’t want to attack it until it was too late.”
Mebek looked up, puzzled. “What?”
“Were the Vykkers’ Labs around when you were last out there?”
“No, but I’d read about them. They’ve been putting in little appearances now and again for ages now.”
“Not they. We. [“So that’s what a Vykker looks like,” Mebek stared] And we’re sticking around now; don’t ask me why, I never got to make executive decisions. Anyway, we’ve been experimenting a lot with genetics recently, and produced a few creatures, mostly based on combinations of existing creatures. One of our recent creations was roughly based upon a scrab, with more than a bit of paramite in it. It was designed to look like the shrykull, to confuse any mudokons it attacked, until it killed them.”
Mebek leaned over to Rettick. “And this guy’s on our side?” Rettick nodded, although he wasn’t too sure himself.
“Anyway, it escaped just after I did, and it’s lost somewhere in the forest.” Mildar looked down, thoughtfully. “Maybe we can use this to our advantage.”
Volt looked up at him. “How?”
“Well, if we assume that Grozit stumbled onto this Grilken’s temple, then the easiest way to find it would be to ask the mudokons to lead us there, but we already know that they seem quite suspicious of us.”
Rett folded his arms. “What’s your point?”
Mildar reached into a pocket in his loincloth, and pulled out the homing beacon he had used in the forest. “I can sort of control the creature with this. As well as attracting or repelling it, I can hold it in position, and stop it from killing people. I could lure it here, and we could present it as the Shrykull, with ourselves as acolytes. We’ve come here to guide the Shrykull to the Grilken’s temple, to destroy it, and would they like to show us the way.”
Rettick grinned and shook his head. “So, basically, this god-type thing comes down from wherever the hell it is mudokon gods come from, with all his magic and all, intending to magic away this other god, and basically just asks for directions? That doesn’t sound very god-like to me!”
“It’d be more like offering to allow them to accompany us.”
“And when we get there?” Volt’s voice sounded hollow, coming from below the others. “What are our plans for actually killing the thing?”
Mildar grimaced. “I… I hadn’t actually thought that far.”
“I mean, this thing’s a god, how can we possibly hope to kill it?”
“We may not have to, if we can persuade it that we are the right side here.”
Rettick rolled his eyes. “So we go there and basically hope it likes us?”
Mildar shot a glance at Rettick, fire in his eyes. “We have to try something, or the forest is ancient history.”
Rett sighed, and got to his feet. “All right. Let’s try it.”
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