21. Discovered
“There are no maul marks on him. It looks more like he’s been beaten up.”
When the Gem awakens to call a Hero, the world is ill prepared...and its fate is placed in the hands of a 17 year old boy, named Wendell.
Some will say this is nothing but a tale of fiction.
Let them think as they may.
After all...I can't fix stupid.
Previously: Our hero and his companions made their escape from the horde, because Wendell was willing to use himself as bait. Giving the company enough time to flee, Wendell finds an opening, catches up to his companions…and not watching where he was running…promptly plummets over a cliff.
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Sometimes the Universe sends people to do nothing more than help us make it to the next chapter in our lives.
I don’t know if you’ve ever had a head wound before, but trying to use your mental faculties can drop close to nil. All I remembered was tripping over Chuck and sailing out into…nothing. There was a cool mist against my face as I fell, arms flapping as fast as they would…which did nothing.
I think I screamed all the way down?
Yeah. Pretty sure, I screamed.
Didn’t remember hitting the bottom, though. That’s the strange part. I fell quite a distance, but I don’t remember any impact. How can that be?
Couldn’t feel anything, either.
Well, I felt a little of the warm sensation when Ithari…
We are wounded.
Ithari…is that you?
Yes.
Why can I hear you so clearly?
We are wounded.
Yeah, you said that. But I can hear you right now, as if you were standing right next to me. Normally I can’t hear you…and for the record, I DO try to talk to you. Why is that?
Because we are wounded.
You can only talk to me when I’m hurt? Is that what it takes?
You listen when you are wounded. Other distractions fade and your mind remains quiet.
Soooo,…this is on me. I’m not able to hear you, because of me?
Yes.
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