Chapter 8

Author's Note: This won't make any sense anymore but: APRIL or JANUARY FOOLS! I am not killing Gazelle off. It is way too early to kill off someone important.

Milus was surprised at his own strength, for he was carrying a grown man-turned-to-beast on his back and running at top speed, but he soon realized that it must be fear that is giving him his extra strength. He did not dare look back until he was sure that the Celtic Guardian had stopped chasing them. Milus placed Gazelle on the soft, dew-covered grass. Milus suddenly realized that this was a grassland area they came across when they first came to the Earth Tribe from a different land. Milus had been chased by Killer Needles, and had been stung by one, causing him a great deal of pain. Gazelle tried to find him some herbs to heal him and was successful - that is, after he accidentally poisoned Milus first. Milus felt better soon after, but then they were chased by some Basic Insects.

He had to find the plant. He searched but could not find them. He knew they were a sickening shade of yellow, and that Basic Insects always flew around them. Then he saw them. The Basic Insects hovering around the healing herbs. He knew that he and Gazelle would be chased by the insects if they tried to take the herbs. It was just the nature of the insects. Dumb and basic. Milus made a grab for the herb with his teeth, but the Basic Insects began to threaten him with their pinchers. Milus laughed. There weren't as many of them as last time. He could take them if they started getting rowdy. He made another grab for the herbs. He swiped them - and the Basic Insects called many more of their kind. Here was where Milus realized that he had to run; he could not fight them by himself and there were too many of them. He managed to run to Gazelle and place him back on his back, and soon he was running for Gazelle's life.

Not long after, they found themselves inside a log, seemingly safe from the Basic Insects. Gazelle barely hung on to life, and part of his recovery was luck. It isn't every day that someone being stabbed in the heart can survive after at least ten minutes, Milus thought. What a relief. Gazelle seems to be recovering. Uh oh...I smell those bugies again.

"Gazelle...Gazelle, we have to run again."

"Wha? I'm not dead?"

"Of course not, but no time to recall how you're alive, we gotta get out of here! And fast!"

"Hm? Why?"

"Look behind you, Gazelle."

"Oh?" Gazelle looked behind him outside the log. "Oh. Okay." And they ran...