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This chapter is really short, but more chapters are coming soon! Please enjoy :)
Arthedor stared at his bowl. The creamy liquid would have looked appetizing if there weren't suspicious bits and pieces of something floating around in it. And the smell didn't help either.
After their "little talk" with Murgah, she had dismissed them and told the Fangs to serve them supper, and then lead them to their bunkers for a good nights rest. She had told them that they would start their "training" tomorrow.
A Fang poked Arthie.
"Oy, you gunna eat that?"
Arthie looked up and saw Neb staring hungrily at his soup.
Arthedor couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. He only knew he was starving. He wanted to eat, but this did not look in the slightest bit edible.
Itzel was having the same thoughts.
Then Arthedor spied a sack of apples in the corner. An idea popped into his mind.
"Actually, I am. This delicious, creamy, wonderful soup will soon be down my throat."
Neb had saliva drooling out of his mouth.
"Buuut... since I'm nice, I would be willing to trade you this oh-so delicious stew for those disgusting, rotting apples," he chocked out the word apples for extra effect.
Neb's face crumpled in disgust. He couldn't believe how generous this small person could be by sacrificing his soup for an apple. But he wasn't going to question.
"Deal," he said hastily, and snatched the bowl from Arthie just in case he changed his mind.
He carefully picked up the sack of apples by a claw and plugged his nose as he carried it over to Arthie and plopped it down on his lap.
Arthedor stared at his bowl. The creamy liquid would have looked appetizing if there weren't suspicious bits and pieces of something floating around in it. And the smell didn't help either.
After their "little talk" with Murgah, she had dismissed them and told the Fangs to serve them supper, and then lead them to their bunkers for a good nights rest. She had told them that they would start their "training" tomorrow.
A Fang poked Arthie.
"Oy, you gunna eat that?"
Arthie looked up and saw Neb staring hungrily at his soup.
Arthedor couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. He only knew he was starving. He wanted to eat, but this did not look in the slightest bit edible.
Itzel was having the same thoughts.
Then Arthedor spied a sack of apples in the corner. An idea popped into his mind.
"Actually, I am. This delicious, creamy, wonderful soup will soon be down my throat."
Neb had saliva drooling out of his mouth.
"Buuut... since I'm nice, I would be willing to trade you this oh-so delicious stew for those disgusting, rotting apples," he chocked out the word apples for extra effect.
Neb's face crumpled in disgust. He couldn't believe how generous this small person could be by sacrificing his soup for an apple. But he wasn't going to question.
"Deal," he said hastily, and snatched the bowl from Arthie just in case he changed his mind.
He carefully picked up the sack of apples by a claw and plugged his nose as he carried it over to Arthie and plopped it down on his lap.
"Eaugh!" he spat.
Then he turned to the bowl without a second thought about Arthie and slurped up the gross, icky stuff.
Itzel looked at her soup, then at Neb gobbling up the nasty stuff.
"Hey, you can have mine too-" she began, but Neb had already snatched her soup off of her lap and dropped another sack of apples in its place.
Itzel and Arthie looked at each other with mischief glinting in their eyes.
Then they both dug into their sacks and chomped into the juicy, tart apples.
"Ewwuhg!" he spat.
Then he turned to the bowl without a second thought about Arthie and slurped up the gross, icky stuff.
Itzel looked at her soup, then at Neb gobbling up the nasty stuff.
"Hey, you can have mine too-" she began, but Neb had already snatched her soup off of her lap and dropped another sack of apples in its place.
Itzel and Arthie looked at each other with mischief glinting in their eyes.
Then they both dug into their sacks and chomped into the juicy, tart apples. Arthie bent over and whispered in Itzel ear,
"Hey, make sire to stash a few somewhere just in case for later."
Itzel nodded, and stuffed a couple in the pockets of her long skirt.
Right then, a broken, rasping voice called,
"Nab! What in all of Arewair are you doing?!"
"Its Neb," he grumbled, not looking up from the slop dripping off his cheek.
The children whipped around to find what looked like a replica of Murgah, but almost younger. It wasn't an exact match, but it the resemblance was hard to miss.
Her deformed eyes narrowed. "Do you know who. Your. Talking. TO?!" She hissed.
Neb looked up from his slimy meal and saw the creature. His green, slitted, eyes widened in fear.
"I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't know- I'm very sorry Amrah!"
Amrah, the second Stone Keeper, the daughter of Murgah. Whoops.
"I ask again, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she screamed.
Neb wiped his cheek from the slop dripping off of it.
"Well, you know how much we all hate apples here, and we love Wormish Slert, and the kid said he would eat the disgusting apples to get rid of them for us and I could eat the-"
Amrah facepalmed with a hand with nine fingers and a couple tentacles attached to it.
"Get out, Nab."
"So I thought that was a good deal-"
"I SAID GET OUTTT!" screamed the slobbering monster.
She turned her face to the children so they could see her clearer. Her mouth had a fang sticking out of her jaw, and a permanent scar on the skin where it scratched when it hung out.
"And no more tricks, brats," she snarled.
Itzel and Arthie nodded fearfully, but when she left, they shared a look then laughed.
See you all next time!