| Geldyn rubbed his eyes. He had been taking a short break when suddenly this furry little creature dressed like a traveler popped out of nowhere.
“Sir, did you see that? One minute there was nothing, then all of a sudden that little guy was standing there.”
“What are you babbling about now? I don’t have time to…” The grizzled old sergeant rounded the corner and peered at the little runt standing about ten meters away. Probably just some street urchin. The kid started walking, and he caught a glimpse of blue fur. Wait a minute…fur?
“HEY! HEY YOU!” he yelled. The figure turned around. Son of a b*tch…an xvart?! “HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” Pulling his sword, he advanced towards the intruder.
* * * * *
Gidim suddenly heard a shout nearby. Turning his head, he noticed there was no one in front of the gate.
__________________ Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain? |