(Misto's POV)
"Tug!" Munk shouted as we heard the pollicles bark and growl, he tried to push his way through to the exit, but we blocked his way,
"We can't afford to lose you too," I said, tears running down my cheeks. Tears for my best friend. I tried to summon up my magic again but it faded away, slipped through my fingers. A feeling of helplessness came over me, Tug was out there with those pollicles and we couldn't do anything to help him. Munk felt the same way, I could tell. He had slumped to the ground, barely moving until the pollicles were silent, then he stood,
"I...I'll go and check to see what's..." his voice was almost a whisper and he couldn't finish his sentence. Slowly he made his way out of the den, we all followed almost like a funeral procession. I pushed that image from my mind. He'll be ok. He has to be ok.
"Tug!" Munk shouted as we heard the pollicles bark and growl, he tried to push his way through to the exit, but we blocked his way,
"We can't afford to lose you too," I said, tears running down my cheeks. Tears for my best friend. I tried to summon up my magic again but it faded away, slipped through my fingers. A feeling of helplessness came over me, Tug was out there with those pollicles and we couldn't do anything to help him. Munk felt the same way, I could tell. He had slumped to the ground, barely moving until the pollicles were silent, then he stood,
"I...I'll go and check to see what's..." his voice was almost a whisper and he couldn't finish his sentence. Slowly he made his way out of the den, we all followed almost like a funeral procession. I pushed that image from my mind. He'll be ok. He has to be ok.