Ocarin: The cry of the Hrenadrid

Wardrobe

This is just to say that this is just a connecting chapter so it's not as good as what's to come.

"Well we got out of that one pretty easily," Poakil said relieved at the fact that he didn't have to serve detention.

"I'm just glad that we're out of there," said Sajon ",the sound of Miss sobbing will be in my head for ages!"

The boys were quite relieved at the thought that they only had one lesson with Miss Grumblert a week, otherwise it would have been one long year.

"Look on the bright side," said Ocarin ",at least I have a date with Claratres."

"Yeah, and I got my game back," Said Poakil.

"Well what did I earn from this?" Sajon asked.

"Well...um...you helped?" Said Ocarin unconvincingly, but it did the trick.

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When Ocarin got home he said hi to his mum, gave his sister a little hug and ran off upstairs to experiment on this strange cube.

First he tried to pry it open from the blue veins. Nothing. Next he tried touching random shapes on the cube to see if any triggered something. Still nothing. After an hour of testing he was getting pretty tired and decided to just give up. What ever that thing was for, he wasn't finding out any time soon.

Ocarin woke with a start, he checked the clock to see that it was three in the morning. He heard a bump from by his wardrobe and decided to investigate. He ventured out onto the carpet. Each step feeling like it was taking a century. He finally reached the wardrobe. His hand reached towards the handle, and slowly he opened the door.