The Life Of A Freak

Chapter 42

When I come to my senses I am in the air. Wait... In the air?! I look around and see purple scales, dragon scales!

Oh my god! I look around and see no one or anything except land. I don't see the lake or anything. My fear of heights causes me to want to vomit everywhere, but opposed to that I simply fall off of the dragon.

Luckily I land in a tree and don't get all that hurt - the globs are also fine. Of course I am bruised and scratched, but otherwise I am fine, physically fine. Mentally I am freaking out, my mind racing like crazy and my stomach forces whatever the last thing I ate out through my mouth.

Once I recover I head back to where I assume the lake to be - the opposite direction that the dragon was going.

After a day of painful walking and dropping a glob or two every few minutes by the luck of the vampire gods I make it to the lake, I guess I wasn't out as long as I thought.

I wander around a bit and before I know it a few hours pass by and I see a small hut. I was about to walk in - so I can rest with a roof above my head - when I hear talking and quickly hide in a large tree. It was day, so I had to make sure my hiding spot was well enough so I don't get spotted.

I stay in the tree for awhile. Before someone finally emerges from the house - an old man with a long gray beard.

"Harkat!" The man yells as he walks back into the shack, "Yer friend be awake."

Harkat walked through the door and closed it behind him.

I could see what was going on through a hole in the roof - it appeared they were safe. But I am me and do not willingly trust strangers. I see Darren standing with the other pair as well - his head was bandaged, but he looked very much OK. I wonder what happened while I was out.

When I was about to barge in and start screaming I noticed them making their way to the old broken down door.

They sat by a fire and talked a bit while eating some - very delicious looking - fish.

The old man was talking about his life.

He was a pirate or something, he said that Mr. Tiny said two people would help them get his dreams.

"Two?" Darren asks.

"Ye sure ye OK?" The old man asks in a pirate like accent.

"Annoying." I mumble - referring to the geezers way of speaking.

"Where is Tux?" Darren asks, touching my heart making me feel important.

"Yeah. I haven't seen her around." Harkat says.

"Who be this Tux?" The old man asks while taking a drink out of a canteen he had nearby him.

"Our friend." Darren says.

I realize that I'm still a little wet and soggy. My socks definitely need to dry off after me grabbing those globs. Those two owe me big time after the sacrifice I made for them. They look as if they aren't even fazed by my sudden disappearance. Some friends they are.

I groan lightly, thinking about how I'm soggy and need some major sleep - I feel especially tired today even though I have somehow managed to defy life itself and go years on basically naps alone.

"Did you guys hear that?" Darren asks.

"Hear what?" Harkat asks. "Its probably just your... imagination."

I grow even mire sleepy, my sleep deprivation causes me to basically pass out, but before I do I put the globs in a patch on the tree with a ton of branches sticking out so none if them off the tree tree. Evensleepy Tux has brains.