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(12) Wanderer

Lights will guide you home… And ignite your bones… And I will try to fix you…

Larten gasped as he stepped into the sunlight. Fierce rays suddenly attacked his skin and he jumped back in alarm. Squinting he peeped out of the hut. Grass surrounded the hut- tall green patches scattered about everywhere. And when he looked out further, Larten could see the shimmering glints of water. Of the lake. Which he and Arra and Vur fell into.

Larten suddenly felt choked up.

Where was Arra? Where was Vur? What was going on?

'Whipee!'

Larten spun round.

'ain't it a great time for fishin?' Spits chuckled. Larten glared at him.

'I have to find Arra!' he roared. Spits frowned.

'She will pop up soon enough,' Spits grinned. In his hand he had a large net. It was big enough for a body. Larten looked down at himself. He was naked apart from a cloth that covered his crotch. He looked around in the hut.

'I shall require thick clothes. I am going to find them.' Larten's face was stern. Arra was like his wife, and Vur was like their child. They were his family.

'Yer stupid!' Spits tutted. Larten ignored him. He went over to the hammock to look for some clothing.

'Stupid looking for dead people.'

Larten whirled round.

'They are not dead.' His heart was beating hard. Fear made him desperate. Spits made him sick.

Spits squinted his eyes at Larten.

'How many of 'em you courtin' anyway? First it's Arra, then this Malora girl, then now tis your Arra again. You must be SOME man to have all these followers. Nah, you aint stupid. Yer lucky. You got yer women… I just got me souls…'

Larten was staring at him numbly when he said this.

He was so confused. Arra, Mallora, Arra, Mallora.

Larten swore. He clamped his arms around him and groaned.

'What shall I do?' he moaned to himself. Arra. Arra. Arra. He couldn't stop thinking of her. But now Spits mentioned Mallora, his mind was a sudden block of ice. Now he really needed to melt that block, but in the cold dark, nothing could melt.

He had to find her. He was nothing without her.

Okay, he said to him self. This is it. I have to find her.

But what about Darren? A second voice piped up. Darren. Darren. Darren.

Larten bit his lip.

He came down for a reason.

He could not go off gallivanting for no reason. This was his duty. He was now Darren's guardian angel. Running off for lost ghosts simply would not suffice. Swallowing away tears Larten looked up at Spits.

'I cannot do this.' Larten wiped his face. 'Where are you going?'

Spits waved his net.

'Fishin' Wanna come?' Spits grinned showing his ugly teeth.

Larten flinched away and sighed.

'Nay. I shall rest.'

Spits shrugged then turned to leave.

'I'm watchin' yeh' he called over his shoulder. 'One sip of meh poteen an' yer a dead man.'

Larten almost smiled at that.

Dead man my foot, he thought and grimaced.