Sorry for the very long upload guys, but finally I managed to right Chap 11.
I only had time to edt the first chapter, what with all the projects that need to be done.
So, here it is! Tell me what you think, k?
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“Try again,” Tamora said,
Donnest concentrated on the Bird-like form he made with an outstretched hand for what seemed like the hundredth time. We waited for a minute while he tried to connect his consciousness with the wooden bird.
“I-I got it,” he said, shakily and unsure
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Afetil asked impatiently, ”Move it,”
Donnest focused on the bird, but like the others, only a part of it moved. This time it was the beak, opening and closing like a hungry fish.
“Ugh!” Donnest groaned in frustration, kicking the wooden bird. “I told you guys over and over again. Only a master Foli can create a piant. It takes years of experience to give a wooden figure consciousness.”
“Then how are we going to go to Vudel when we don’t even have any form of transportation?” Royage asked, irritated. Partly because we don’t have any form of transportation, and second, because he’s been wearing the same clothes from last night.
In fact, all of us didn’t change clothes. We agreed last night to save our clothes since our transportation was destroyed, our journey would take longer and we would get a shortage of everything including clothing.
“I suggest we walk.” Afetil said matter-of-factly.
“Walk? Walk!?” Royage seemed hysterical now.
“Oh no!” I said, feigning shock and panic, “Walk? How cruel can you be?”
Royage gave me a dirty look, like he could strangle me with skeletons any moment, which, with the current situation of his temper, he could.
“Might as well,” Donnest said, kicking the wooden bird again, “This piece of trash isn’t going anywhere anyway.”
We all gave miserable sighs. Don’t get me wrong, I love a nice, short walk every once in a while, but a walk from here to Vudel? We don’t even know where he is.
“Where is Vudel, anyway?” I asked, voicing my thoughts.
They were stumped. This was the second day of our adventure and we were in the middle of a field dotted with trees, far away from Songive and we don’t even know where we were headed. I guess Kinow thought the piant would survive.
Well, he thought wrong.
“Why don’t we go back to Songive?” Royage suddenly asked.
“I think the lack of luxury is getting to you,” I said, “go back to Songive? Really?”
“What?” he asked, oblivious to reality.
“We’re Minars away from Songive!” Donnest exclaimed, “And you just want to go back just to ask where Vudel is?” What’s a Minar? A unit of measurement or something?
“What would you even say to Terup? ’Sorry but we forgot something. Do you know where the future destroyer of our town is?’?” Afetil asked.
Tamora snorted, “He’d surely squeeze you ‘till you’re all out of juices.”
“Okay, I get it,” Royage said, scowling, “So to what plan are we going to resort to?”
“I… might have an Idea.” Afetil slowly said, unsure of the plan she had in her head.
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Zander Chronicles: Lost Helith
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