Hark
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Darex would awake on top of a Sith statue four stories tall, some important figure’s tomb from long ago. About six hours had passed. Dawn light was trying to break through the clouds, but the stormy clouds had swelled and covered the whole valley, the sky streaked blue and gray with pockmarks of yellow. Every now and then a rumble of thunder shook the valley, the stone statues trembling a little.
Darex would be incredibly thirsty, raspy voiced and gasping for water. Two liters of water would rest by his side. Ashley had refused to sate his thirst herself while he slept. If he had died, he’d die, and that would’ve been that. But it appeared the Sith Acolyte had more in him than she had estimated. Maybe the darkside had pulled him back from the shining white light.
“Awake huh? I wasn’t sure if you’d make it. After you fainted, I carried you up to the tallest statue as a sacrifice. Here you slept for six hours while it stormed all around us. Imagine the fireworks, the smell, if it had struck you, the lightning that is.”
He lay on the statue’s big bald head, the scalp a flat surface, large enough to lay someone down. Ashley hunched on the statue’s ear, scanning the desert below, the smoldering mounds of Pelko bugs.
“The lightning helped you once with the bugs, too bad it didn’t finish the job.”
Of course the lightning hadn’t struck Darex. The lightning had already chosen her. Why would it strike him and choose another? A light rain began to fall on them.
“Dream about anything?”
Darex would be incredibly thirsty, raspy voiced and gasping for water. Two liters of water would rest by his side. Ashley had refused to sate his thirst herself while he slept. If he had died, he’d die, and that would’ve been that. But it appeared the Sith Acolyte had more in him than she had estimated. Maybe the darkside had pulled him back from the shining white light.
“Awake huh? I wasn’t sure if you’d make it. After you fainted, I carried you up to the tallest statue as a sacrifice. Here you slept for six hours while it stormed all around us. Imagine the fireworks, the smell, if it had struck you, the lightning that is.”
He lay on the statue’s big bald head, the scalp a flat surface, large enough to lay someone down. Ashley hunched on the statue’s ear, scanning the desert below, the smoldering mounds of Pelko bugs.
“The lightning helped you once with the bugs, too bad it didn’t finish the job.”
Of course the lightning hadn’t struck Darex. The lightning had already chosen her. Why would it strike him and choose another? A light rain began to fall on them.
“Dream about anything?”