Soren's Story: Second Form p4

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

"How can he be inside that... that thing?" Erik asked, pointing to the Behemoth. Omar shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess its because he's destined for greatness; somehow, he wasn't rejected by the Sixteenth dimension because he shares the same greatness as the Urgur. I know he's protected in some way, because he never dies no matter how hard I try. Olaf must have somehow stayed in the sixteenth dimension ..."

"...Which means that when the dimension ejected all of the Urgur into one being;" Lief began.

"Olaf came out as well." Gregory finished.

"How can we know for sure?" I asked, risking a glance at the battle. The behemoth had killed nearly half of the remaining warriors, and the others were flagging fast.

We all stood silent. Chia slowly raised her head. She smiled that dazzling smile that Olaf had fallen in love with when he had first seen her.

"There," she said, pointing at the Urgur's chest. We looked.

There, sitting ever so subtlely, was a duct-tape viking helmet.

To be continued...