Page 38 of Orange Sky
My beast is being very vocal tonight. Not a good sign when I’m on this edge. I must take care not to unleash my beast.
So was my resolution when I heard a whisper.
Zirc.
A soft tone, even manasties with very sharp hearing can’t hear at this silence.
But I heard her. Loud and clear as if she spoke against my hear. A plea.
She is hurt.
The next thing became a blur because I can’t stop my beast from resurfacing. It is shameful to release one’s beast before you’ve engaged the enemy. This only happened twice in my youth and I vowed never again.
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(Brynn)
“Wake up!”
A loud slap and a stinging on my face.
I woke up like a fish out of water. My body reacted before my mind realized I’m still in that dark place.
“Stop struggling,” my captor said.
How would he feel if we were reversed?
I struggled to get up from the damp floor of the cave. There are lanterns but it crept me out. The one beside me has what looked like a glow worm looking back at me.
Definitely I’m still in this alien world and not a dream. I felt that slap.
I managed to get a foot out under him but even though he’s thin, he weighs a ton. What do these people eat?
“What do you want from me?” I screamed at his face. I tried to bite him but he simply moved away.
He shook his head. “You know I can’t understand you. But I know you can understand me. Listen. Listen,” he said firmly while maneuvering my body to a sitting position. My feet behind my legs, my arms tangled against his. As if we’re on a wrestling match.
“You are not going to be harmed,” his eyes seemed too bright and his breath smells funny. He almost smelled sweet.
Is he on drugs?
“My people are going to take you back to your home,” he said.
I stilled.
He seemed to ease a fraction of his hold on me.
This is bad. This is really bad. He probably thought I believed him. But I knew a liar. Because I’m also a liar myself. I have conned people in my youth during my rebellion phase. But when the system got hold on me, I got transferred to a town with less than 5,000 people in it. The town where my foster parents lived.
And that is how I gained too much weight by being overfed by protective foster parents and the community. I loved them back but I have wandering feet. I always felt the need to travel. The first chance I got, to work as a temp office worker to the nearest city, I bought it. Got trained, worked myself up and sometimes using my ‘people skills’ to gain points. But I have learned the ways of my error and tried to find a peaceful life. Travelling became a passion so I worked harder.
Oh my goodness, maybe I’m about to die. Why is my life flashing before me?
What do these people want? And I doubt anybody here knew my race!
He saidmy people. Not my tribe. I kept hearing about this tribe business that it was disconcerting he used people instead of tribe. Does he not belong to the Blue Tribe?
“I know you can understand me so just nod yes or no to my questions, ok?” the blue guy asked.
