-She’s back! The Mushroom Picker! She’s back!
-Oh my great fungus! Run! Hide!
-Wait, Surnbok said thoughtfully. -I might have an idea.
He ran through the little mushroom forest as fast as he could with his little tail body. The others ran back and forth in panic, screaming, crying.
The first mushroom was picked. No one lived there, but it did give good shadow down by the little puddle.
Another mushroom went up in the air.
-Nooooo!!! My house! My new sofa! Bambar ran towards the mushroom house.
The others held him back.
-There’s nothing you can do! Shell take you as well!
Surnbok had something white in his hand… (more)
-Sooo… Wanna try?
-I dunno… It looks like a lot of bones, really. Rather small, too.
-Hasn’t stopped you before.
-It’s probably poisonous. Look at the strange colours on its upper body.
-You think? I think it looks rather tasty…
-I’ve read somewhere the green upper bodies are poisonous… Leathal, even… (more)
“We have to stop meeting like this,” the swordhands warrior said to the mantis priestess. “If the dark lords find out, we’re doomed.”
“I know… I’m so sorry.”
“Me to, my love. Goodbye.”
They parted ways with heavy heart that night. One day interspecies love would be accepted in this world, but they would be long gone by then.
The warrior was sad, so sad…
-What is that? I’ve never seen anything so… So beautiful!
-Our people have been inflating these bubble-things since the beginning of time, for longer than our collective memory can take us back.
-What are they for?
-I don’t know, the old man said. They stood in silence for a while…
“Kill them! Kill them all!”
They fled into the dark forest. The battle for their village was lost. The horrors of Drronk’s past had come to the place he thought he had been safe for the first time in his life.
“Noooo! Not that way!” Her scream drowned in his fear.
Raaaaaawrrrrr!!! Hideous fangs cut towards him, claws flashed in the darkness. He lifted his sword.
The journey had been hard and long, and the bridge finally stood before him. Long, winding. Unsafe. The wond howled around the rocks, and the shadows were already grown long.
He had come too late.
ON the top of the rocks on the other side a dark figure observed him attently. He didn’t care anymore. He had come too far to care, he had gone too far not to act. His house, his family. They were all gone anyway.
He took a step out on the bridge. The bridge he had walked so many times before, so long ago. It was the same bridge, but it sounded different. He walked on…