Kladren: Rick and Claro
What the. . . . .
What the hell is with this island?
"Who are you?" I felt something long, thin and sharp against my neck. A knife?
"Leave him alone!" Tora threw herself at a guy, who I couldn't see.
I sighed. "My name is Kladren, and the girl attacking your friend is my twin sister, Tora. We ended up on your island entirely by accident, I swear. We have a rowboat, and we can leave tonight if this your territory or- Tora!"
The man sighed, and pulled a machette away from my neck. Why a machette . . .?
"Call me Rick. Sorry about your sister, but I guess Claro was getting too much of a fight. Anymore and Lily would've tried to eat her. But, there's no harm done, lad-"
"Klad. " Uh, only Tora calls me Klad. "-ren. Kladren. But, whatever. continue."
"Yes, yes. Now, there's no harm done to your sister, Kladren, she should be alright in a few minutes. Do you the two of you have a place to stay?" He helped me stand. Seems to be a gentleman of some sort.
I felt releif washing over me in large waves. Friendly, just protective.
"Ah, no, sir, we've only just arrived. yesterday, in fact-"
Oh, Lord, please, no. Not now.
I just felt myself hit the ground. My head was pounding, but I saw. . . .
Monsters.
Elena, and others I didn't recognize.
How did I know her name, anyway. . . . .
Something was wrong. Everytime I missed a beat, missed a fragment, the pounding grew.
So this is how it feels to have the gift of sight. . . .
He has the Gift of Sight. He won't admit it.
What?
We'll take him to Pixel. She may know of a way to help him.
The monsters closed in on them. . .
everything went black.













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