Welcome back, gang. The Shaman from my previous story appears in this chapter. Enjoy.
Not His Father
Balor heard a sound. He looked up and saw a white tolac with only one eye. It must have been the biggest tolac in existence! It must have been eleven feet tall! Frightened, Balor closed his eyes.
Balor then opened his eyes when he felt someone nudging him with a wooden staff. It was the Shaman! Where had he come from? Where was the tolac?
"I expected more courage from someone whose mother is descended from Gard." Balor shook his head. "I know you expected your father to be descended from Gard but the fact is your father is not your father!"
"That's impossible!" The Shaman starred down at Balor. He was still sitting down. "My father was grey, my mother was grey I'm grey! Who else could have been my father?"
"Someone who didn't even know who your mother was, someone who just came across your mother one night while she was out walking!" Balor started to tremble. This was just too much for him to handle. "He had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his right arm." Balor jumped into the trees and fled from the place.
He finally stopped in one tree and looked down below. The person he had called father was not his father? How could that be true? It couldn't be! The Shaman must have been wrong or lying! How did he even know so much about Balor? The two had never met prior to that time in the cave.
It just hurt so much and confused him. He had loved his father like a son should… how could he have not been his father?
Balor's thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps. Footsteps that were running! Balor looked down and saw Kit. But where were the others Lion-O, Tygra and Cheetara? Where were they?
Instantly, Balor jumped down from the tree to her. When she heard Balor land, Kit gave a frightened cry. When she saw that it was Balor, Kit hugged the young evabon in fear. She must have thought he had been the Livestock Sucker.
"Balor, they're dead! All three of them! Fireballs fell from the sky and killed them!" Balor's eyes widened. Dead?
"Gard? Zuvowang? Dalv? You met them? They're dead now? No! Not Gard! He can't be dead! He can't" Both had tears running down their faces.
"No, Lion-O… Tygra… Cheetara… Sotark killed them!" Balor's jaw dropped. Sotark? How could he have known? "His eyes, they were in the sky and I heard his laughter!" Balor started to shake his head. Sotark couldn't have been that powerful could he? "It's like having two Mumm-Ra's! One person like that was bad enough but—"
"I won't let him hurt you!" Balor spoke in an assuring voice to Kit. Deep down Balor doubted he could protect Kit or even himself against Sotark. They then heard clapping and a normal sized being made of rock and tree bark, resembling Sotark walked towards them.
"How sentimental but ultimately futile." From the mouth of the being came Sotark's voice. "Three of the four are mine already, this little beast however is still required." Balor glared but at the same time raised an eyebrow in question.
"Sotark?" The thing nodded in response.
"Aye, although this is but a puppet it is still I and do not think I've ever forgotten you, my future champion." Balor pointed a finger at himself. Sotark nodded causing an angry look to appear on Balor's face. The young grey skin stepped forward and a smirk appeared on the puppet's face.
"I'd never fight for someone like you!" Sotark laughed at Balor's response. Long and hard he laughed cruelly.
"Of course you will, all you require is a push in the right direction!" Sotark's puppet raised a hand and soon enough a fireball flew from it and headed straight for Kit who had no time to react. When it was all done, she too was dead. Enveloped in a fireball. Then Panthro and Kat arrived on the scene both shocked by what they saw. "Let's start with those three grey elders, they will spend the rest of eternity as pieces of my living chess set!" Balor ran forward but was quickly swatted aside by the puppet of stone and tree bark. "Those four beasts aren't dead but they soon will be! At the height of the celebration of the Festival of Ecstasy, the two males will be placed in the arena unarmed and without armor to be torn apart by wild beasts that have been tortured to kill! The females will die upon an altar and in the fantastic years to come you shall lead my armies and Third Earth will know that its master of old lives again!" The puppet then looked at Panthro and Kat. "And just so you beasts know, that thing your pack members had gone after was little more but a specter… and until we meet again, young Balor I bid you adieu!" And with that the puppet crumbled. Balor starred in shock. Was this all there was to his life? No! There had to be something else! That one-eyed tolac must have been an omen or something!