Saturday, August 12, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twelve

Ky sat on the edge of the bunk in his cell. A week… He had been a captive for seven full days. He knew because the phone Riley gave him, the second day, had a calendar app. He turned the phone over and over in his hand. If only he could call Gaulop and tell them he was alright. A prisoner, but alright.

His friend would have looked for him. Gunter was a good boss. He would have given Gaulop time off to see if he could find Ky. The Satyr probably started by checking the hostel and found out he hadn’t been there for days. His next stop would be to speak to their other friends. When he found no leads there, he would drop by Cody’s food cart and Red’s pub to see if they had seen him. When he came up empty handed over and over for days they all would assume the worse. There were a lot of things that could get you killed, or kill you, in The Realms. Gaulop would be sad, but it was a fact. He might even venture through the gate into Nayenezghani’s world, but as soon as he heard Jak’s pack howl, the Satyr would galloped back home.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Eleven

“Good morning. I hope you slept well,” Nat said as he entered the room with Riley.

Ky started to rub his neck as he rose from sitting on the edge of the bed, but the collar got in the way.

As promised, Riley had a platter with two large steaks, a baked potato and broccoli on it. He slipped it in through the slot at the side of the cell and onto the table sitting on the other side.

Ky practically fell on the feast. He was tempted to just pick up the steaks with his bare hands and rip at them - he was that hungry - but he kept control and went at them with the knife and fork the Professor provided. He didn’t want them to think he was uncivilized and treat him more like an animal and less like a mere prisoner.

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