-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)
All he had was a photography. A creature, hanging on a rock wall in the forest.
Dave had been obsessed ever since he saw it the first time. He had searched for its origin, for the place it had been taken.
His research led him up in the north, into the forests by the coast. He followed the signs he had been able to encounter, the little hints he could find. There seemed to be a pattern, as if they had been laid out for him to find them… (more)
The figures stood like rocks in front of him, like eternal statues no one had created. Lifeless, until the tallest one spoke.
“You have come far. Now tell us why.”
He swallowed. He had been walking for days, and now he was finally here.
“I’ve come to ask for forgiveness. I’ve killed a man. Or at least, I was the reason he died.”
“We don’t have such thing to give,” the statues said…
The goliphant suddenly stopped. What’s wrong you stupid animal, the driver said. He whipped it hard on its back. Keep moving!
It moved a couple of steps more, and stopped again. A big trunk was lying blocking the road. What the… The driver silenced. A man came out from the bushes, another out from the leaves of the tree.
Ronad got on his feet, got his sword up from the ground. He stumbled a bit, took another zip of the strong liquor he had in his flask. Leave dis to mee… He mumbled, and went half running down the hill.
The driver lifted his hands. Please! Please don’t…. (more)
Tapping his fingers on the table, he looked at the little bottles in front of him. Eeny meeny miny moe… he stopped at the biggest one. He grabbed it, walked over to the window. Watched the blue sky for a moment, took a deep breath of fresh summer air. The little tap was put tight, he had to struggle for a little while to get it off. Dark clouds came flowing out of the bottle, up towards the skies. They grew. The sky darkened…
He saw something move. A shadow was coming out from one of the backstreets. A man. He came walking towards him. Others appeared from the darkness as well.
Howdy! Clifton said. How come there’s so few people around?
No answer. They walked up the street towards him. They moved in a strange way, slowly, clumsily. One was limping, another seemed to be missing an arm. His horse neighed.
The marshal loosened the cap on his gun holster.
I said howdy!
One of the figures moaned. They were coming uncomfortably close.
Clifton pulled his gun in a fast movement.
Stop! He said. Don’t come any closer, or I’ll shoot!
He could see their faces now. Their eyes. They looked… dead. Empty.
He fired a shot. In the air, to see if he could scare them off.
They kept walking…