CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The jungle was too thick to cut through...too thick...TOO THICK! He wasn't prone to panic, yet he was desperate. He was drenched in sweat. He collapsed. Where was he? It looked green...a jungle? It distorted. WHERE WAS HE?
He tried to get his bearings. He failed. Was he standing up and or lying down? He was walking, so he must be standing up...yet he could feel the ground against his black. Where was he going?
He was in a forest. He had Scrooter in his hand, his old greatsword. Didn't he lose Scrooter? It was smashed, by the hammer of Zorn, into a thousand pieces! Yet it felt right in his hand. Yes, of course, he was hunting escaped slaves for King Rusknose. They had murdered his daughter. He would bathe Scrooter in their blood. It was strange, he felt like he'd just been somehwere else...but it must have been a dream. He must have just woken up...yet he was in the middle of a jungle...no, a forest! Trees, just trees, hunting slaves. Put this silliness behind him, he must, and find those slaves, bathe Scrooter in his blood...Scrooter was broken!
He was holding the hilt. Pieces were scattered on the ground beneath him. Zorn was above him. He was almost certain to die...wait, he knew this. He was saved, saved by the Hawkman of Grooland, who he never even thanked, he had to thank the Hawkman the next time he saw him...
Yes, there was the hawkman, casting the great stone down on Zorn and carrying him away.
"Thank you," he said, even though he couldn't bring himself too the last time this had happened.
He was in the forest...
He was on the ground, trying desperatley to get up...
He was late to the battle of Brandy Field! He still had Scrooter, it was another two years until Zorn. But he knew this, he knew Brandy Field, his greatest triumph. Yes, this was where he was supposed to be, with Mandy and Barry the Brave and of course his brother Theodore, still alive...Theodore couldn't have died. A dream, all a dream. The last...ten years? No, fifteen...maybe more. All a dream. He was at Brandy Field again.
Scrooter was in his had, Mandy and Barry by his side. He smiled at them both and all three charged, joining the battle. They fought their way through the orcs, legion on legion of orcs, before joining with Theodore.
"Glad you could make it, brother," said Theodore. "Did you get lost?"
"I was hunting slaves," he said. No! That's not what he should have said, not where he should be...
Oh Gods, the blood, the blood of the slaves...yet they were evil. But they had begged, begged him not to kill them...but he had no choice, one of them pulled out a knife...so much blood...
He was with Mandy. She was younger than at Brandy Field, so young, so beautiful. He was telling her his fears about King Rusknose...could have have killed his own daughter...
He was making love to Mandy. Later still. He was confused. But he liked this night.
He was dying.
He was looking down at Zorn...not dead. He'd have to return, he wanted to go back now! But that blasted Hawkman wouldn't turn back. He was so angry, even though he knew that without Scrooter he would lose to Zorn, that he would die...BUT HE HAD TO GO BACK.
Hands. He could feel hands.
He was watching his new greatsword be forged. He would name it Theodore.
He was floating.
The slaves were getting away!
Theodore was dying in his arms. He'd survived Brandy field, but the assasin hired by Zorn...had he killed the assassin? He'd meant to kill the assassin.
All was dark. Then a light. Torchlight.
"l love you, brother," said Theodore. He wanted to reply but couldn't get the words out. Why did he never say the things he wanted to say?
His eyes were open. Three faces looked down on him. The Hawkman was one! "TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK!" he screamed, sitting up in a fury. Hands held him down...the hands of Barry the Brave. Yet he looked different...smaller.
Then Mandy stepped into the light. Older...fiteen years older. But still Mandy. Still as beautiful. She looked concerned. "You were hurt in the jungle," she said, softly. "You were in a fever for days. You dreamed."
"I got lost," he said. Where was Theodore? Still dead. Of course.
But Zorn was still alive. And so was he. He sat up again, and this time Barry didn't stop him. He had work to do.
He tried to get his bearings. He failed. Was he standing up and or lying down? He was walking, so he must be standing up...yet he could feel the ground against his black. Where was he going?
He was in a forest. He had Scrooter in his hand, his old greatsword. Didn't he lose Scrooter? It was smashed, by the hammer of Zorn, into a thousand pieces! Yet it felt right in his hand. Yes, of course, he was hunting escaped slaves for King Rusknose. They had murdered his daughter. He would bathe Scrooter in their blood. It was strange, he felt like he'd just been somehwere else...but it must have been a dream. He must have just woken up...yet he was in the middle of a jungle...no, a forest! Trees, just trees, hunting slaves. Put this silliness behind him, he must, and find those slaves, bathe Scrooter in his blood...Scrooter was broken!
He was holding the hilt. Pieces were scattered on the ground beneath him. Zorn was above him. He was almost certain to die...wait, he knew this. He was saved, saved by the Hawkman of Grooland, who he never even thanked, he had to thank the Hawkman the next time he saw him...
Yes, there was the hawkman, casting the great stone down on Zorn and carrying him away.
"Thank you," he said, even though he couldn't bring himself too the last time this had happened.
He was in the forest...
He was on the ground, trying desperatley to get up...
He was late to the battle of Brandy Field! He still had Scrooter, it was another two years until Zorn. But he knew this, he knew Brandy Field, his greatest triumph. Yes, this was where he was supposed to be, with Mandy and Barry the Brave and of course his brother Theodore, still alive...Theodore couldn't have died. A dream, all a dream. The last...ten years? No, fifteen...maybe more. All a dream. He was at Brandy Field again.
Scrooter was in his had, Mandy and Barry by his side. He smiled at them both and all three charged, joining the battle. They fought their way through the orcs, legion on legion of orcs, before joining with Theodore.
"Glad you could make it, brother," said Theodore. "Did you get lost?"
"I was hunting slaves," he said. No! That's not what he should have said, not where he should be...
Oh Gods, the blood, the blood of the slaves...yet they were evil. But they had begged, begged him not to kill them...but he had no choice, one of them pulled out a knife...so much blood...
He was with Mandy. She was younger than at Brandy Field, so young, so beautiful. He was telling her his fears about King Rusknose...could have have killed his own daughter...
He was making love to Mandy. Later still. He was confused. But he liked this night.
He was dying.
He was looking down at Zorn...not dead. He'd have to return, he wanted to go back now! But that blasted Hawkman wouldn't turn back. He was so angry, even though he knew that without Scrooter he would lose to Zorn, that he would die...BUT HE HAD TO GO BACK.
Hands. He could feel hands.
He was watching his new greatsword be forged. He would name it Theodore.
He was floating.
The slaves were getting away!
Theodore was dying in his arms. He'd survived Brandy field, but the assasin hired by Zorn...had he killed the assassin? He'd meant to kill the assassin.
All was dark. Then a light. Torchlight.
"l love you, brother," said Theodore. He wanted to reply but couldn't get the words out. Why did he never say the things he wanted to say?
His eyes were open. Three faces looked down on him. The Hawkman was one! "TAKE ME BACK, TAKE ME BACK!" he screamed, sitting up in a fury. Hands held him down...the hands of Barry the Brave. Yet he looked different...smaller.
Then Mandy stepped into the light. Older...fiteen years older. But still Mandy. Still as beautiful. She looked concerned. "You were hurt in the jungle," she said, softly. "You were in a fever for days. You dreamed."
"I got lost," he said. Where was Theodore? Still dead. Of course.
But Zorn was still alive. And so was he. He sat up again, and this time Barry didn't stop him. He had work to do.
