Soren's Story: Last p2

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on October 13, 2009

The Urgur released their jet of fire. Olaf was steaming, but he seemd to glow with a blue light for the briefest of moments before he changed back to normal. The flaming figures were quiet for a moment.

"You should have died from that blast, Olaf the Bald," one said finally. "But you cannot hope to survive it again."

"And besides," another one said. "All the water is gone, anyway."

Most of the remaining warriors who hadn't died in the first wave of Urgur or run away after the sixteenth dimension Urgur Behemoth appeared or died after trying to kill the said behemoth had now run away. The remaining warriors, few though they were, were wonderingly whispering to one another. Chia leaned over in my ear.

"Why was Olaf glowing?" She whispered. I shook my head. Leaning back, she moved closer to Omar.

The Carpenters were gathered around George and IDC. They looked at George in awe. George was nervously shaking at the sight of Olaf surrounded by fire.

I looked to Thor. He had a smug smile on his face, though I could't fathom as to why.

Gregory and Lief were laying on their backs on two pieces of flatwod. I could tell they were preparing for death in the way Vikings do.

Erik was crying. I heard him whisper, "Soon, Lulu..."

Phil was looking at himself in a mirror. "I'm even more sexy in this fire light," he said happily.

I looked back to Olaf. He was staring at his hands in wonder. He raised his head and looked at Thor. He mouthed Is this it? Thor shook his head.

He turned to the Urgur with a wide grin on his face.

To be continued...