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(11) -Resting-
"It's been a while since every day and everything has felt this right and now you're turning all around and suddenly you're all I need…the reason why I smile"
Larten woke up with a splitting headache upon a stack of grass. When his eyelids flickered open he saw a pair of wary eyes hovering over his face.
'Yer awake!'
Larten realized that the eyes above him also had a nose, lips and a messy beard. The eyes also owned a body.
'Spits!' Larten croaked.
'Aye. It is I. The one and only.' Spits removed his face from Larten's and chuckled.
'Ye need some poteen, you.' He said.
Larten shook his head.
'It would make my migraine worse,' Larten disagreed. 'I feel like I am bursting inside… A pain so deep…'
Larten looked around him. He was laid out on Spit's hammock with no idea how he'd got there. Larten could see that it was night out side but against his bare upper body flesh the warmth of the air still lingered there. The night was a humid affair. Then Larten looked down suddenly as a pain in his left arm seared through his body.
'Ah…' Larten gasped.
'Tis quite a wound yer have there,' Spits said ogling the deep cut in Larten's arm. The cut had been bandaged but a line of blood was still visible. 'Don' worreh! I treated it wit me poteen!' Spits grinned and showed a bottle of his precious poteen to Larten who in turn stared at it with horror.
Larten ran a non-bandaged hand through his messy orange hair, which seemed to be curling over his left eye.
Suddenly a memory of a beautiful girl shook through him.
'Malora?' Larten said aloud. He looked about him but the glowing hut was empty except for Spits and himself.
'Malora?' Spits echoed. 'That yer companion?'
'No,' Larten said thoughtfully. 'She is not. She was my…' Larten couldn't finish because something painfully white flashed before his eyes. It was the image of Malora, those many years ago, hanging pitifully over the ocean, her blood draining into the choppy waters.
'She is dead,' Larten whispered to him self. He felt a tear slither down his cheek. A deep sigh shivered through his torn body as he remembered the sweet, innocent, love filled girl he once knew. Larten shook his head sadly as he wondered why he remembered her suddenly.
Spits had turned back to drinking his poteen.
'Who is yer companion then?' Spits asked not interested in Larten's love story.
'Arra Sails and Vur Horston.' Larten said quietly, and then snapped his head up. He sat up quickly on the hammock with eyes wide and fearful.
'They are not here!' he cried. He jumped off the hammock and ran to the half opened door of the hut.
'Shame…' Spits muttered.
Larten whirled round.
'What?' Larten said torn.
'If yer can' find 'em, thus they are gone!' Spit's eyes twinkled wickedly. 'The dragons took em.'
Larten cried out in despair.
'It cannot be…' he moaned squeezing his eyes shut.
'Perhaps I can help yer find them,' Spits offered kindly. He shifted slightly in his chair and Larten felt that the old man was up to something.
Larten squinted his eyes.
'what do you mean?' he said.
'This Mr. tiny man yer talk abou' says that we 'av to help each other…' Spits took a big sip of his poteen. 'Though I suppose we should wait fer them two young lads…'
'Darren and Harkat,' Larten said. He sat down on the hammock and looked thoughtfully at the grounds for a few seconds.
'I hope they come soon,' Larten whispered suddenly feeling tied down by his duties. He now needed to help Darren and find Arra and Vur. It was all so overwhelming.
'T'will beh fine.' Spits said leaning back on his heels drunkenly. 'Jus yeh wait! A whole adventure is ahead o us. Hehe'
Larten shook his head at the fool giggling before him. Time seemed to be on his hand. Larten remembered Mr Tiny's heart shaped watch and failed to stop himself from shivering.
There are dark days ahead, a soft voice suddenly erupted in his head. It sounded sweet and feminine. Take care, Darling. It said. I'll be there for you forever. Quicksilver…
Larten jerked upright.
'Malora!' he roared. He gasped trying to listen out for her voice again.
It did not come.
'Malora…' Larten whispered staring at the ground, holding his head in his arms. Pain shot through his injured arm.
In a corner of the hut, Spits chuckled darkly.
'Good luck t' yer' he said then went back to his drinking.
