Do you think I am in fact Jonathon Stroud, disguising myself on the internet as some tall kid who likes to write? Do you? Huh?
This chapter is pretty short because it's mainly just Nouda thinking. But mebbe I can stretch it out a bit. Dunno. Reviews will be greatly appreciated.
Nouda was feeling euphoric. He had just digested an elephant (along with the tourists riding it), and he was starting to regain his ability to change shape. Already he had trouble containing all of his power into the shape of a sparrow, and was forced to take on a jungle cat's form.
He was, at the time, deep in a jungle. A frog bounced off of a leaf and onto him. Still happy, he allowed teh frog to escape with its life, though not with his forelegs. Blood fell from the frog's wounds, dripping like a weeping widow receiving news of her only son's death. Razor sharp teeth grinned as Nouda gazed down at the creature before bounding away.
As he ran through the forest, over logs and under trees, past cobras and rafflesias and hungry alligators, he thought, with a sudden sharp needle-prick in the back of his mind, of Mandrake and Bartimaeus. Had they survived? Bartimaeus, he knew had been dismissed, but perhaps the palace had fallen before he had escaped to the Other Place. mandrake had undoubtedly died; any power he might have had would have been drained away by Gladstone's creation.
Bartimaeus he would deal with, if he came across him. Were his servants alive? Had any of them escaped? Or had each and every one been murdered during Mandrake and Bartimaeus's onslaught? He would have to look into that.
He heard something stalking towards him. No doubt he was on another cat's territory. He smiled, turned and leaped through the bushes.
He emerged soon after. He was still a jungle cat. But now he was twice his former size.
Didn't want to keep you waiting much longer.
I'm also mad at somebody who wrote some story called 'Natalormios' or something like that. But I don't have proof that he copied my story idea, so all I can do is fume quietly in the corner.
Ah well.
Ah well.
Please review! If you don't, I'll start saying things like, 'I won't upload the next chapter until I get number of reviews.
So pretty please?