He got a troubling feeling in his stomach that went beyond starvation. Deep down (actually, not all that deep at all), he knew that it was because he was single, and so was she, certainly, with that attitude. Continue reading Chapter 17: Truman Catches Feelings
“You know that creature these brutes have been killing people for? Well, it’s a god, and I am here to save it.”
“That makes you not only crazy but stupid, then. First off: a god? Do you know how nuts you sound? Second, the guys in charge of this fortress will catch you and skin you alive once they find you. And they will find you. I mean, I can already tell you’re bad at this.” She paused. “Seriously, what in the hell are you doing in here? Are you villagers? We said to stay put!” Continue reading Chapter 16: Truman Meets a Turtle
Bodies shoved closer to the door. Truman paused before opening it. “Listen,” he told the prisoners, moving his head back and forth so they knew he was speaking to all of them. “We can’t set you all free. It would be a massacre, between you stomping on each other to get to freedom and the guards shooting, spearing, shanking, kniving and however else slaying you. For now, I just need to set my companions free.” He would let Lionel deal with the prisoners once he was found. Continue reading Chapter 15: Truman Lies to Hundreds of People
Soon, he would be rotting in a jail cell, tortured to help keep the god just barely alive. Even if he managed to escape, he might have to try to save the god, that seemed like exactly the sort of ordeal that was unavoidably hazardous to both drunks and counterfeit heroes. Continue reading Chapter 14: Truman Becomes a Criminal
Truman took a swig of liquor before leading his companions through the field. It was a nice walk, free of any horrible surprises for an hour or so.
Then an arrow hit Truman. Continue reading Chapter 13: Truman Gets Shot
Tyro gave them a callous look. “I’ve seen fairies before!” he told them bitterly but with an edge of fear in his shrill voice. “But not like this!”
And despite their arguing against it, he dragged Truman and Arthry to the corpse of a fire squirrel with dozens of fairies no bigger than Truman’s hand devouring its remains.
“It…” Tyro trailed off. There was nothing amiss, though it was certainly grotesque to lay eyes upon. “It was infected. Or … something. There were all these colors and … And plants…” Continue reading Chapter 12: Truman Passionately Hates the Woods, Pt. 2
“I thought you weren’t supposed to drink from river water in woods. Doesn’t it give you never ending dreams and bad luck?” Besides the Witch’s warning, Truman had read about many woods, the worst being the haunted Woods of Endless Night in the End Region. It was infamous due to the fact that no one who had researched it had left the experience unscathed, and most were dead or deranged. Continue reading Chapter 11: Truman Passionately Hates the Woods, Part 1