"Again, why am I here?" Soal asked Kiwi as he stared at the wall of the tent. It was dark at night by now. "Why me? Why not General Wultzen or... Moth again? Or the leader of Lint Corp?"
"I sometimes wondered," Kiwi could relate, "Why I was the one who had to destroy Lord Ranklonthonuss? Why was I the one who had to be sent out of the universe? Or traverse the Mooray era? Or form the Antidote? But then I remembered, I was the mascot of the world. Not only did I have to do it, but I wanted to do it. And I can me-it. Which means if you believe in yourself, you can survive anything life throws at you. But, now, we'd better get some sleep if we're going to keep moving tomorrow." With that, Kiwi dozed off, but Soal couldn't sleep. He could also hear a pulsing from the bag in the corner of the tent that he couldn't reach.
Soal tried to stand up, and apparently, he had healed enough to leave the tent! Opening the bag, Sickle was in its sheath, and it was glowing! His shield and armor were also inside the bag. Quickly putting it on, he left the tent, sword and shield in hand, Kiwi still inside. It was a rocky place, similar to where he started out on the Outlands. Tents were situated around large circular area, but they were all kiwi-sized except for Soal's and Porter's. Lookout towers were situated around the corners of the camp. And Porter was shouting urgent orders.
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The Sketch: The Voyage of Soal
Fantasy{Book One in the Sketch Trilogy} In a bleak future world, a timid boy named Samuel Lawrence is sent to yet another boarding school, where a strange secret awaits him. When a corporation known as Lint Corp. delivers him a seemingly unimportant cart...
