As Soal and his troops hiked across the fallen mountain, he felt queasy. As he walked, every minute felt like a lifetime. His vision became hazy, with a magenta aura surrounding his view. Each step became more clumsy, and finally, Soal collapsed to the rocky ground, unconscious. A few kiwis rushed to his aid.
In a purple vision, he saw Showl fluttering about. He saw himself, with broken armor, and a terrified look on his face. He envisioned a battle, with Shadow Hand, Dark Hands, and Dark Soldiers. He saw a jagged sword with a blade made of glowing white crystal. He saw himself rowing away on a canoe, alone. Finally, he saw a monstrosity. It was a giant, oozing black worm, with two four-clawed fists, and it was flying. On its front was an over-sized, squat, oval head, with two evil red eyes and a lime-green grin that was partially connected with the lower jaw. It was grinning like it knew something Soal did not. But Soal knew who it was.
Frantically opening his eyes, he drew his sword and held it out in front of him as he sat up, ready to fight the abomination. But it was not there; instead he had nearly stabbed a startled Retna's throat. "You have a funny way of waking up," she said to him in a meek voice.
"Ah, oh," Soal was hectic, and glanced around him very quickly. "Where am I?" His vision had blinded him partially.
"We're still in the field," Retna said to him as though the obvious. "The battle-field."
Immediately getting up, Soal drew his sword and shield, and marched over to Porter.
"So it looks like you're awake," he turned to the lively young general. "And you're just in time. Our waitress has served us an enemy; are you glutted with tire; or are you hungry for battle?"
"I'm going to eat a feast today. Where are they!?" Soal was feeling especially violent at this particular day. He walked over to the front of his army, and scanned in front. A gigantic, oozy, black komodo dragon was walking towards them from about a seventh of a mile away, with evil red eyes. When it opened its snout, Soal could see a gaping green maw that didn't quite fit together. And it was leading more Dark Soldiers. How many of those even were there? It was as though they represented an entire nation.
A thin arrow sailed through the air and settled an inch before Soal's boot. That was what triggered him to send the call for the army. "Attack!" he called. He was feeling more normal now, but that didn't stop him from charging with his sword, only to be followed by the whole (confused) army and Porter.
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The Sketch: The Voyage of Soal
Fantasía{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...
