"Why the hell do you people build houses out of such flammable objects?!"
"It's the only damn object around here that we don't mind falling on out heads! We can't make roofs out of clay!"
"You'd be surprised. Come on, hurry up, we're gonna miss the party."
"I'm running as fats as I can. It would help if I wasn't half exhausted from our little chase."
"And I thought you were holding back. Here, hold still."
"I don't want to be carried! I can run in my own."
"You can, but then would your village still be standing when you reached it?"
"Shut up. I know it's serious."
"I just can't wait to see who set the fire. Cause it's giving me a few ideas on what to do to him when I catch him."
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"How bad is it?"
"Can't you see?"
"My face is stuck in your damn hood, of course I can see!!"
"Hold on."
"Finally. Ooh. Can I climb back in there now?"
"Where's the lake. You know what to do. Find the remaining people, organize them and put out the fire. Whoever did this will still be around."
"Yessir."
"If the villagers aren't listening, you have permission to shoot at them. Just make sure to miss."
"I'll try not to."
"Good. Go."
As his small form ran off, i started towards the village square. I didn't tell him about the three individuals I could sense there. I wouldn't want to waste his time.
I just want to see who he's holding hostage.
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
