The lack of readers commenting is quite saddening.,.. Anyways, this is a kind of sad part... I wasn't feeling like treating Zarien very nicely as opposed to more realistically... I will admit that I have a tendancy not to be terribly nice to my characters... I almost considered changing Zarien to being a girl, but after much thought I decided against it...
Anyways, for the joke of the day, I'm going to bring up some stupid laws. In Ohio, it is illegal to fish for whales on Sundays. In Pennsylvania, it's illegal to sleep on a refrigerator out doors. In Kentucky it's illegal to fish with a bow and arrow. In Connecticut, you can be stopped by the police for biking over 65 miles per hour. And there's my joke of the day (maybe more stupid laws next time if I can't think of any other jokes)
Part XI: Aftermath
Date: Amanela 3rd, 114 A.U.
Zarien slowly blinked and gradually came to the realization that he was not completely dead. But Zarien just lay there and closed his eyes, unmoving, letting the waves of air from some air conditioner wash over him. He tried to remember what exactly happened, but he couldn’t exactly member much, except for the wave of pain that crashed into him.
And suddenly Zarien opened wide his eyes.
A cold fear wrenched his heart and Zarien realized what had happened. He knew that he didn’t have to look. He already knew the truth. But he looked anyways.
Zarien slowly lifted up his left leg, or what remained of it. His leg ended at his knee, a bionic leg continuing from there on.
Zarien swallowed hard.
There was a noise, and the door to the room he was in opened and an elf came in. It was Razan. “Zarien, it’s good to see that you are awake,” Razan said.
“Yeah…” Zarien said, a lump in his throat. “I suppose so.” Zarien couldn’t help from staring at his left leg.
Razan shifted his weight awkwardly. “So…” he began.
“What happened?” Zarien interrupted, trying to ignore the elephant in the room. “with the attack that is?”
Razan sighed. “It was a disaster,” he said. “It was all going fairly well, albeit ignoring you not being able to fully escape in time. We got in the prison, were getting our friends out… but then it struck.”
“What struck?” Zarien asked.
“He struck,” Razan said. “Just came out of nowhere. Apparently we missed the big news of the week throughout the Mothership: the Garum was displaced.”
“There’s a new Garum?” Zarien asked, confused. The Garum was the head orc who was in charge of all the orcs in the world.
“Aye,” Razan said. “His name’s Unyihi. A powerhouse he is. He just came in as we were trying to accomplish our mission, and, ignoring the bullets coming at him, absolutely devastated our base. We lost more than half our force, though we were able to save many from the prison, but we still suffered significant loss. We’re still trying to recooperate and tally up the full damages.”
“So nothing’s going well,” Zarien said, clenching his fist.
“At least you’re still alive,” Razan said, lowering his voice some. “We almost lost you, you know.”
“That’s great; just great,” Zarien snapped. “So how long do I have to be in bed.”
“The doctor suggests a couple days,” Razan said quietly.
“How nice,” Zarien said. “You can go now.”
“I’m sorry,” Razan whispered, and with that he left.
“How is he?”
“Physically he’s okay,” Razan said. “Emotionally he’s not. He was pretty upset when I left. Probably isn’t too hard to figure out why.”
Cortna solemnly nodded. “I suppose it is somewhat to be expected.”
“I guess…” Razan said.
“How much did you tell him about what happened?” Cortna asked.
“The most I had to to convey the story to him,” Razan said. “I just told him that we lost more than half our force, not much else.”
“So you didn’t tell him there were only eleven of us left,” Cortna confirmed.
“Aye,” Razan said. “Didn’t tell him that. Given the mood he was in, I did not think it wise.”
“I don’t disagree,” Cortna said, pursing her lips. “Probably best to break that news in to him when he has been able to recover some emotionally.”
“For our sakes he better do it fast,” Razan said, walking down the hall and looked back over his shoulder at Cortna. “Because we need him now, more than ever because of how few of us are remaining. And if he doesn’t start shaping up soon… well… things aren’t going to get better very quickly.”
Zarien sighed as he continued to stare at his left leg. He knew that he shouldn’t have gotten so mad at Razan. But he couldn’t help it. After all the trouble he went through and losing his left leg, he had hoped to hear good news about how the mission went—not that it was a complete flop and that they had lost more than half of their force. And Zarien was pretty sure that Razan had purposefully left some stuff out.
Pushing aside the covers, Zarien turned ninety degrees and slowly let his legs drop to the floor. He didn’t care what the doctor said. He was going to walk. Letting them hit the floor, he painstakingly stood up, trying to figure out how to use his new leg. Zarien breathed hard and slowly took a step. And he collapsed to the floor.
Zarien bit back a yell of anger from emitting out of his mouth as he lay on the floor, helpless, and with pain shooting through his body. It wasn’t supposed to be this way! The robots should have been put on a different circuit, the extra guards should have been there, he should have been able to get out in time, and he should still have his whole left leg. They had promised that if he practiced hard enough in the simulator to figure out how to do it that he would come to no harm. Fat promises they were.
Zarien bit his tongue to stop a tear from running down his cheek. He was an elf; he shouldn’t be crying like a child. But Zarien couldn’t keep the tear from making its course down. He had lost his leg; they had failed their mission. He couldn’t walk. He couldn’t do anything except lie in bed. It was all lost. Everything was lost. And Zarien couldn’t do anything about it.
Question of the Week:We have now had plenty of time to learn about what each of the characters is like. Who is your favorite character so far?
Anyways, for the joke of the day, I'm going to bring up some stupid laws. In Ohio, it is illegal to fish for whales on Sundays. In Pennsylvania, it's illegal to sleep on a refrigerator out doors. In Kentucky it's illegal to fish with a bow and arrow. In Connecticut, you can be stopped by the police for biking over 65 miles per hour. And there's my joke of the day (maybe more stupid laws next time if I can't think of any other jokes)
Part XI: Aftermath
Date: Amanela 3rd, 114 A.U.
Zarien slowly blinked and gradually came to the realization that he was not completely dead. But Zarien just lay there and closed his eyes, unmoving, letting the waves of air from some air conditioner wash over him. He tried to remember what exactly happened, but he couldn’t exactly member much, except for the wave of pain that crashed into him.
And suddenly Zarien opened wide his eyes.
A cold fear wrenched his heart and Zarien realized what had happened. He knew that he didn’t have to look. He already knew the truth. But he looked anyways.
Zarien slowly lifted up his left leg, or what remained of it. His leg ended at his knee, a bionic leg continuing from there on.
Zarien swallowed hard.
There was a noise, and the door to the room he was in opened and an elf came in. It was Razan. “Zarien, it’s good to see that you are awake,” Razan said.
“Yeah…” Zarien said, a lump in his throat. “I suppose so.” Zarien couldn’t help from staring at his left leg.
Razan shifted his weight awkwardly. “So…” he began.
“What happened?” Zarien interrupted, trying to ignore the elephant in the room. “with the attack that is?”
Razan sighed. “It was a disaster,” he said. “It was all going fairly well, albeit ignoring you not being able to fully escape in time. We got in the prison, were getting our friends out… but then it struck.”
“What struck?” Zarien asked.
“He struck,” Razan said. “Just came out of nowhere. Apparently we missed the big news of the week throughout the Mothership: the Garum was displaced.”
“There’s a new Garum?” Zarien asked, confused. The Garum was the head orc who was in charge of all the orcs in the world.
“Aye,” Razan said. “His name’s Unyihi. A powerhouse he is. He just came in as we were trying to accomplish our mission, and, ignoring the bullets coming at him, absolutely devastated our base. We lost more than half our force, though we were able to save many from the prison, but we still suffered significant loss. We’re still trying to recooperate and tally up the full damages.”
“So nothing’s going well,” Zarien said, clenching his fist.
“At least you’re still alive,” Razan said, lowering his voice some. “We almost lost you, you know.”
“That’s great; just great,” Zarien snapped. “So how long do I have to be in bed.”
“The doctor suggests a couple days,” Razan said quietly.
“How nice,” Zarien said. “You can go now.”
“I’m sorry,” Razan whispered, and with that he left.
“How is he?”
“Physically he’s okay,” Razan said. “Emotionally he’s not. He was pretty upset when I left. Probably isn’t too hard to figure out why.”
Cortna solemnly nodded. “I suppose it is somewhat to be expected.”
“I guess…” Razan said.
“How much did you tell him about what happened?” Cortna asked.
“The most I had to to convey the story to him,” Razan said. “I just told him that we lost more than half our force, not much else.”
“So you didn’t tell him there were only eleven of us left,” Cortna confirmed.
“Aye,” Razan said. “Didn’t tell him that. Given the mood he was in, I did not think it wise.”
“I don’t disagree,” Cortna said, pursing her lips. “Probably best to break that news in to him when he has been able to recover some emotionally.”
“For our sakes he better do it fast,” Razan said, walking down the hall and looked back over his shoulder at Cortna. “Because we need him now, more than ever because of how few of us are remaining. And if he doesn’t start shaping up soon… well… things aren’t going to get better very quickly.”
Zarien sighed as he continued to stare at his left leg. He knew that he shouldn’t have gotten so mad at Razan. But he couldn’t help it. After all the trouble he went through and losing his left leg, he had hoped to hear good news about how the mission went—not that it was a complete flop and that they had lost more than half of their force. And Zarien was pretty sure that Razan had purposefully left some stuff out.
Pushing aside the covers, Zarien turned ninety degrees and slowly let his legs drop to the floor. He didn’t care what the doctor said. He was going to walk. Letting them hit the floor, he painstakingly stood up, trying to figure out how to use his new leg. Zarien breathed hard and slowly took a step. And he collapsed to the floor.
Zarien bit back a yell of anger from emitting out of his mouth as he lay on the floor, helpless, and with pain shooting through his body. It wasn’t supposed to be this way! The robots should have been put on a different circuit, the extra guards should have been there, he should have been able to get out in time, and he should still have his whole left leg. They had promised that if he practiced hard enough in the simulator to figure out how to do it that he would come to no harm. Fat promises they were.
Zarien bit his tongue to stop a tear from running down his cheek. He was an elf; he shouldn’t be crying like a child. But Zarien couldn’t keep the tear from making its course down. He had lost his leg; they had failed their mission. He couldn’t walk. He couldn’t do anything except lie in bed. It was all lost. Everything was lost. And Zarien couldn’t do anything about it.
Question of the Week:We have now had plenty of time to learn about what each of the characters is like. Who is your favorite character so far?
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