She
waited for him at the well with her bow and quiver on her back and a spear in
her hands. She dressed in a tight tunic which hugged her body and a bit of
leather armor covered her vital points. Scotty was dressed in a pair a britches
and a loose shirt. But his bow and quiver were all he needed. He had ventured
into Orielas many times without his Father’s consent. “Okay you volunteered for
this I won’t slow down either you keep up or go home. If I tell you to stop
moving, stop moving one whispered word could mean death for both of us in
there. You must move quickly and quietly the sun is our ally many of the more
dangerous creatures hunt at night, but that does not mean we won’t run into
danger. If we run into an enemy use your bow and cover my back. I will face
anything head on that we run into but the creatures that hunt in the day, hunt
in packs. So we must stay together. Do you understand?” Scotty just nodded then without warning
Quesha turned to the jungle to and began run with Scotty close on her heels.
Drugen watched from his doorway as his son run off into almost certain danger
to save his other son.
…
It was over 5 hours before Quesha and Scotty
emerged from the jungle with the medicine for Kota’s wound. In that time Kota
had taken a rather nasty turn his wound had closed off and became swollen with
puss. The veins around the wound had begun to turn black. “We must hurry Scott
run to my house and get the bandages of my examine table. Drugen I need you to
boil some water while I open the wound and drain most of the venom.” Both
Scotty and Drugen followed her directions and after about thirty minutes of
hard work. Quesha and Kota’s family watched as the venom drained from his
wound. Soon after Kota’s wound was bandaged the whole lot of them had fallen
asleep Scotty fell asleep next to Kota’s bedside while Quesha and Drugen both
lie still as stone in the study. Around midnight a summer storm began to brew heavy
droplets of water struck the roof sending a symphony of clatters and bangs as
the thunder roared outside. As his family slept Kota was battling for his life
and in his mind his dreams were more disturbing than the present. (His heart
racing Kota still felt the fiery burning of the shifter’s fangs planted in his
arm pumping his body full of her deadly venom. The only way he thinks to stop
her is to tear her head off of his arm but when he reaches for the shifters
skull he finds his little brother Scotty there sucking out the venom. Before
Kota can say anything Scotty turns his head and spits out the venom. As it hits
the floors it suddenly turns into hundreds of gold coins clanging along the
floor. As Kota is watching this a miniature version of professor Faulk appears
in a mouse hole with big $$ for eyes running out into the chaos of bouncing
coins. With inhuman speed the little Faulk collects every coin returning to his
mouse hole. Out of curiosity Kota leans down into the professor’s hole. Inside
the hole the mini professor is mixing chemicals at a blinding pace barley
paying attention. The result is of course a giant and violent explosion that
burst forth with such force that it Kota was when flying until he crashed into
the sky which fell away like broken glass.) Kota awakened with a silent scream
that barely escaped his lips as he shot forward out of bed.
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