ENTRY 38
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I woke up, and I wondered what in the hell happened. The start of the night I was in a lot of pain, it was so bad that I cried in Pandorica's arms. I was so happy that she was there, I doubt that I could have made it through if it wasn't for her. Like I said, the night started out with a lot of pain, but as the night went on, it changed from pain into an intense tingling. It felt as if my arm was asleep, but I thought, maybe, it was the phantom limbs I heard about when people lose an arm or leg. Anyway, I finally got to sleep just before the sun came up.
"Fa Nex," Pandorica yelled as the sun got just over the horizon. "Look!"
I looked down and I saw something I could not believe. Where she had shot my arm off the night before was the start of new, fresh, pink flesh. It looked like the arm of a newborn baby, but it was definitely an arm. Hell, it even had five fingers. "I was hoping that would happen," she said.
"Hoping what would happen," I asked
"There was only one moon last night, did you see that?" she asked. I said that I had noticed that. "Our two moons lined up one behind the other. The Yartook, they fear those nights. They hide in their homes because the radiation from the moons is stronger than any other nights. We have known for generations that it is a healing night, and it worked on your arm, just as I thought it would."
"How many times does this happen?" I asked. She told me that it happens two or three times a year.
"We have gotten to where we can predict its occurrence, and we take full use of it," she said with a smile. "We plant on those nights. The plants grow bigger and stronger when the two moons join in the sky." I could understand that, somewhat, but there were still some questions I needed Pandorica to answer, but not for now.
By midday, my arm was totally healed. I could move it, and my fingers, as easily as I could before, and there was no more pain or tingling. Hell, there wasn't even any scar. We then rested another hour before we decided to start walking.
We had no idea which way to go, so I made the decision to use a tool that olden days pilots used to find their way... dead reckoning. If it worked, we'd be fine, if not, we were going to be in trouble. I will let you know later today what happened.
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The Diary of Zartoon
Science FictionA man goes to sleep on Earth and wakes up on a distant planet. His memory is gone except for the name of his hometown Phoenix. However, he finds that he is not alone on that planet. There is a species of reptilian humans called the Zartoon as well a...
