User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-27950421-20161216164811/@comment-30014014-20161216173610

EDIT: [I'm rectonning that one. You've given me something to think about the answer and, well, depending of how many of these you do, I might do a follow-up of a story. By the way, this is not your friendly jester, but a lost soul who in a desperate situation, has bargained with someone malevolant.]

I stare into the two, still unaware that I'm the only human in these miles. When it hits me, I am struck with an unwanted feeling. Feelings of...loneliness. Why though? I was aware of where I was going when I decided to camp in this desolate land. And yet...no, this sensation, it comes from somewhere. Somewhere hidden...

Something gnaws at my head. Something...It feels...it feels, like--You owe us-- What was that? I snap back from my thoughts, staring back at the two wrestling about.

"I'll protect him regardless of what you think, stalker!" screams the Brachy, attempting to slug the Narga into submission, as the other one swiftly evades her every blow and jelly sludge as well "I only work for this man's interest, his safety. The way you act will only infortunate him more so". Her voice is calm and composed. Their fight rumbles the earth, yet my crops are in no instant danger.

I see them as clear as the day. My mind is unaltered. I--They banished you here--It's happening again! My mind lashes out, bluring the vision from my eyes (Who's here? Who is speaking)--We are here--

Suddenly, a instictual response prompts me to place my hands on my left hip. I do so and feel a familiar object. I take it and present it to my eyes. An ivory mask. It's blank, bleach in pure white. A small etch of a glowing green is marked on the forehead of the mask, a tiny crystal drawi--They took everything from you--Where did I get this mask? It feels, abnormal, even for magic...and yet...

I feel a strange compulsion to put it--Yes, we show reality, seek the real world-- Slided over my face, I feel...sick. I stare at the two monsters fighting. They...they{sicken me}. Somehow, I feel weight on my left arm. A green blade has appeared. And, something pokes out of my other hand, a smaller variant of the blade at my side, equally green. They pulse with power.

In the midst of their conflict, the Brachy stops. She smells something. A rush of fresh energy. Untaimed and unchanged. Her interest for a fight has changed. This tug-o-war between her and the Narga has changed her disposition and with swiftness, she hulks away from the current location. Seems someone else has taken her attention.Another man wonders not far.

The other one, however, is still present. Her calm gaze follows her movement until she dissapears into the jungle. Then, it shifts to me. Why didn't she leave for the other one, I do not know. but, there she is, observing me{Stop staring at me}. My weapons are hidden, as my will renders them gone until needed.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" I ask, unsure of her identity.

"I am Margerine. I have followed you ever since you've traversed this land", she responds, her calm disposure unchanged.

"Margerine. Pleased to meet you, but I don't know whether to trust you since you've just told me you followed me all this time".

"You needed protection, so I fended every creature who had any ill-will toward you. But now that we're face to face, I supposed we cou--

"I'm sorry, miss" I interrupt "but your efforts are vain. You have to go, now."

"Margerine takes a step forward "Why so, human? I can drive away everything that could be a threat to my life...or yours. I don--

"Please, get out of here,I--

The voices are a little more insistant. They{Avenge your fallen} make themselves noisier. An unbearable sickness boils up in my stomach. I pulls out my blades{Yes}. The glint in my eyes feel changed. She sees it and assumes a combat position. I point my smaller blade toward her. It creaks with a green aura{Reforged by our chorus}. It feels like it's about to launch{Just like they did}.

With a sudden clarify, before a bracing Narga, my hand collapse upon itself, forcing the blade back inside{No}. I forcefully remove the other one, as it fades away, from the ceased connection to its bearer. I begin running in the other direction{Go back!}. Her confusion barely lasts a second as she begins picking a chasing sprint. We run, her close behind. I behind executing a serie of maneuvers, in an attempt to flee. She does not let up and executes her own set.

Running as I am, I try to remove my mask. Surprisignly, it comes off without any resistance''{We are not satiated}. ''The moment I do so, my foot trips over a earth-shackled branch, rolling in my fall. I feel every part of my body is rendered asunder by the terrain, bouncing through trees with a pained grunts. My cascade stops against another tree. The mask is somehow unscratched. I barely manage to lift myself to a sitting position, gathering a few bandages. Yet, I garner great difficulties at applying it to myself, seeing I've weakned via the fall. I look at the mask, hearing a sullen whisper, barely understanding it. The same urge to put it on re-surge{Seal your wounds}. It invites me to do so. My hand covets it, placing itself over the ivory object, who has not two tiny gem drawings{we heal our own}.

I refuse! Taking the mask, I shove it in my coat{Patience is a virtue}, ignoring the current injuries I suffer. Where did I pick this thing anyway? It's finally out of sight, hidden over my chest. I feel relief... then my nerves cripple my entire body with pain impulses. I try to open my medkit, homemade from the medicinal plants gathered and grown, but fail to. My eyes are weary, they close on a familiar vision...Margerine?

I suddenly wake up. I feel softness behind my back. I open my eyes and look under me. My bed. I must be back at my small farm. But how? I fell asleep under trauma. I try to get up, but fail, as my now inexplicably bandaged body is rigid clumsiness. A though enters my mind. I place a hand over my chest and feel a few bumps under my coat. A relief. I don't know where I picked it up, but, I feel it tethered to me.

My thoughts turn to Margerine. Why save me? Why didn't she make her attempt? My mind is too weary to think about it for now, slumbing to sleep. My dreams become coated with her presence...{Tainted}