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she grabbed hold of the rope, trying to steady
herself.
“Don’t
you touch our boat!” the captain screamed.
Erec
wheeled, and as the captain approached, Erec stabbed him in the heart with his
sword. The captain gasped and dropped to his knees, eyes bulging in shock, as
Erec stood over him, grimacing.
“I
should have done that long ago,” Erec said.
Several
more sailors approached, and Erec, unleashed, fought with a vengeance, slashing
and killing a dozen of them as they lamely raised their swords and tried to
fight back. They were no match for him.
“Erec,
we must go!” Alistair called out, as the ship lurched.
The
ship rocked violently, taking on even more water, as dozens more sailors began
to run toward him. Erec turned and jumped into the rowboat, and as soon as he
did, he cut the ropes.
Alistair
felt her heart in her throat as they plummeted through the air, down into the
ocean, hitting the waves with a great splash, rocking and rolling as the ocean
tossed and turned.
They
escaped just in time; a moment later, the huge ship reeled sideways, turning
over. The sailors who remained on board shrieked with their last breaths as the
ocean sucked them under, along with the ship, in a great cracking of wood.
Erec
rowed with all his might, distancing them from the ship, and soon, the screams
quieted. Soon, it was just the two of them, sailing into the black of night,
under a million red stars, heading God knew where in the universe.
CHAPTER NINE
Thor
walked through the Land of the Druids, in awe at his surroundings, at once so
exotic and yet so eerily familiar. As he traversed a field of flowers, he
reached out and touched them in wonder, trying to understand where he had seen
them before, where he had seen this entire vista before. The more he examined it,
the more he began to remember: it was a field of flowers he had been to before.
The field outside King’s Court. The place where he had his first date with
Gwendolyn. It had been a magical place for him, a place burned into his memory,
where he had first fallen in love. A place he could never forget.
But
what could it possibly be doing here, halfway across the world, in the Land of
the Druids? Had he crossed the world only to return home? It made no sense.
As
Thor walked, deeper into the field, he struggled to understand what was
happening. He felt his entire body tingling, and he sensed from the feeling
that he was indeed in a different land, a different place. A different energy hung
in the air, a different weight and scent to the breeze. For the first time in
his life, Thor felt as if the energy aligned with his own perfectly. As if he
were home, among his people. People who were like him. People who understood
him. He felt more alive, stronger here, than anywhere else in the world.
Yet
the same time, his surroundings also felt different, foreign to him. He sensed a
foreboding, a danger, and he did not know what.
Thor
searched the horizon, hoping to see something familiar—the towering castle of
his dreams, his mother’s palace, the skywalk leading to it—or at the very
least, some path leading to it.
But
he saw none of that. Instead, as he traversed the field of flowers, following a
meandering dirt path, the landscape suddenly gave way to a small village, the
dirt path cutting through it, filled with white stone cottages.
Thor
held his breath, shocked, as the hairs rose on his arms: it was his town. His home village.
How
as it possible? he wondered. Had he traveled half the world only to end up back
home?
Thor
continued to walk, warily, through the empty streets, until up ahead, he saw a
figure in the distance. The figure was hunched over on the side of the dirt
path, and as Thor approached he was surprised to see it was an old woman,
hunched over a cauldron above a fire. She seemed familiar too.
She
looked up at him and grimaced.
“Careful
where you step!” she scolded.
Thor
recognized that voice, and suddenly he remembered: it
herself.
“Don’t
you touch our boat!” the captain screamed.
Erec
wheeled, and as the captain approached, Erec stabbed him in the heart with his
sword. The captain gasped and dropped to his knees, eyes bulging in shock, as
Erec stood over him, grimacing.
“I
should have done that long ago,” Erec said.
Several
more sailors approached, and Erec, unleashed, fought with a vengeance, slashing
and killing a dozen of them as they lamely raised their swords and tried to
fight back. They were no match for him.
“Erec,
we must go!” Alistair called out, as the ship lurched.
The
ship rocked violently, taking on even more water, as dozens more sailors began
to run toward him. Erec turned and jumped into the rowboat, and as soon as he
did, he cut the ropes.
Alistair
felt her heart in her throat as they plummeted through the air, down into the
ocean, hitting the waves with a great splash, rocking and rolling as the ocean
tossed and turned.
They
escaped just in time; a moment later, the huge ship reeled sideways, turning
over. The sailors who remained on board shrieked with their last breaths as the
ocean sucked them under, along with the ship, in a great cracking of wood.
Erec
rowed with all his might, distancing them from the ship, and soon, the screams
quieted. Soon, it was just the two of them, sailing into the black of night,
under a million red stars, heading God knew where in the universe.
CHAPTER NINE
Thor
walked through the Land of the Druids, in awe at his surroundings, at once so
exotic and yet so eerily familiar. As he traversed a field of flowers, he
reached out and touched them in wonder, trying to understand where he had seen
them before, where he had seen this entire vista before. The more he examined it,
the more he began to remember: it was a field of flowers he had been to before.
The field outside King’s Court. The place where he had his first date with
Gwendolyn. It had been a magical place for him, a place burned into his memory,
where he had first fallen in love. A place he could never forget.
But
what could it possibly be doing here, halfway across the world, in the Land of
the Druids? Had he crossed the world only to return home? It made no sense.
As
Thor walked, deeper into the field, he struggled to understand what was
happening. He felt his entire body tingling, and he sensed from the feeling
that he was indeed in a different land, a different place. A different energy hung
in the air, a different weight and scent to the breeze. For the first time in
his life, Thor felt as if the energy aligned with his own perfectly. As if he
were home, among his people. People who were like him. People who understood
him. He felt more alive, stronger here, than anywhere else in the world.
Yet
the same time, his surroundings also felt different, foreign to him. He sensed a
foreboding, a danger, and he did not know what.
Thor
searched the horizon, hoping to see something familiar—the towering castle of
his dreams, his mother’s palace, the skywalk leading to it—or at the very
least, some path leading to it.
But
he saw none of that. Instead, as he traversed the field of flowers, following a
meandering dirt path, the landscape suddenly gave way to a small village, the
dirt path cutting through it, filled with white stone cottages.
Thor
held his breath, shocked, as the hairs rose on his arms: it was his town. His home village.
How
as it possible? he wondered. Had he traveled half the world only to end up back
home?
Thor
continued to walk, warily, through the empty streets, until up ahead, he saw a
figure in the distance. The figure was hunched over on the side of the dirt
path, and as Thor approached he was surprised to see it was an old woman,
hunched over a cauldron above a fire. She seemed familiar too.
She
looked up at him and grimaced.
“Careful
where you step!” she scolded.
Thor
recognized that voice, and suddenly he remembered: it
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