As I reintegrated, I got a more and more acute sensation that something very, very bad had happened. Through my viewpoints I could see a huge rocky shelf towering at least a mile high. It was laced with fissures that shined in an unnatural way, they were pieces of an impenetrable darkness that somehow radiated light. Surrounding it was a darkened wasteland furrowed with veins of strange radiation, almost like the aroura borealis of the poles. There were vague remnants of buildings nearby, so unrecognisable, I wasn’t even sure that they weren’t some unusual rock formations. Everything was covered in a kind of black dust.

My view was limited but I got the gist of what happened here anyway. War…

Still shocked at what I had seen, I regained consciousness within my body and eager to find a different scene, to find some source of life, got out of The Time Machine and into the drive mech attached to it, disengaged and turned it on. The chrome rings started rotating and me and the mech set off towards the giant plateau.

As we started rolling I noticed that some of the black dust had started stirring. It was very gradually rolling after me. I stopped the mech and started getting out. Just before I stepped out I was struck by a piercing shriek that seemed come from everywhere. I fell down and hit my head on the mechs drive system. It lurched forward with impressive speed.

Thinking back on it, I realised that the shriek saved my life, I later found out that the black dust were tiny Nanobots that destroy anything that emits a heat signature. There was a lot I didn’t know at the time.

The shriek started to stop and looking over my shoulder, I saw a huge wave of the black dust lift up with a huge roaring sound. It careened towards me leaving its original position with a great speed. I was getting increasingly worried by this time so I stamped on the drive system and yelled,

“Come on! Were humanity! Were like cockroaches, we can’t die! We won’t of died! So somebody help me NOW!”

There no reply and the dust was starting to catch up the mech. I estimated it was at about 200 mph now.

“Come On! Please!”

At that moment a bright light flashed from the plateau and all of the dust, and myself, slowed to a stop. At this I nearly sobbed with relief.

I looked and saw a flying machine above me. I gaped in awe.

“Greeting Mr. Ramsworth. Welcome to Earth 19798 A.W. …”

We tried to make peace with them, we tried to make war with them, but nothing would stop them. They’re thoughtless, they think differently. They’re a hive mind, a hive mind bent on destroying everything we have built. And now they’re coming to earth. A second tremor struck the ground…

We had been preparing for them for nearly a hundred years. They’d entered our solar system 150 years ago and settled on Neptune. From then on each of our colonies have winked out one by one. We thought we had longer… They had just finished harvesting Jupiter. That put Mars between us and them. But now they are coming. 

Reya winced as another asteroid struck the land. She only hoped that it wasn’t one of the Drifters. They had cannibalised asteroids to hide. Humanity’s last hope really.

Feeling the air on her skin and the smell of nature, Reya knew that she would never feel this again. It should’ve saddened her but it didn’t. Looking up, she felt a burning sensation. They were coming. She could feel them inside her head, twisting her mind. She had prepared for this. She slowly brought the gun up to her head and thought about Caleb. He was humanities hope, her hope, her son.

A third tremor struck her head…

I took a breath and hooked up the motor to the Superconductor, engaging the vast amounts of energy that had been stored up over the last three weeks. Then I quickly donned the headset and checked its airtightness. The relative safety of the Time-Machine would protect me from the vacuum but the changes in pressure would, theoretically, blow my head apart, which was something that nearly occurred in my first test run. 

The humming of the 5,000,000Kv motor was starting hurt my ears even through the headset so, Making a mental note to wear earmuffs next time, I braced myself for the perpetual motion machine (PMM) to kick in. Right on cue there was a huge BANG as the huge PMM spun up to speed, the chrome rings engaging the magnetism needed to react with the Magnetonium. By this time I felt a weird tingle, like I was on a high, though I knew that this was the Tachyon Bonder connecting to my body and my consciousness being removed. Living organism to computer. Still thinking, I patched myself into the Time-Machines mainframe and found the camera. In a flash I had a view of my body being incinerated by the combative Magnetonium, I shivered, it does things to your mind when you see yourself reduced to a pile of shimmering dust. 

Finally, with all equipment activated, I mentally reached out to the mainframe and activated the tachyons. It was the end of the beginning of time travel. I was glad that I had manifested myself into the computers and cameras. After all, how is my mind to survive while my body is gone? A very strange feeling of numbness accompanied having no body, but it was a trade-off, as then and there I was finally understanding the meaning of the word savant. I could do complex calculations in my head without effort, I understood machinery like never before and I had the world at my fingertips. Though all this was nothing compared to what I was seeing through the viewpoints. 

The landscape was all blotted, like God had taken his sleeve and smudged the entire world with it. Then the scene started to change. The lush green started to fade and I realised that I had arrived and the computer was preparing to reintegrate me with my body, it would probably have had the tachyons separated and the body reconstructed right now. It was annoying that I couldn’t see it happening. I thought back to the investors saying it wouldn’t work, and smiled, with the footage I have now they it won’t be me grovelling at someone’s feet. Now I could feel my limbs reconstructing I was struck by an extraordinary pain. I grimaced, my nervous system had kicked in, there was of that to come. 

As I was released from stasis I slowly regained my vision, a black and cratered world puckered with the signs of war came into view. I did the closest thing a semi-reconstructed body could do to gaping in horror. There was no sign of life what-so-ever, the world dead. We had destroyed ourselves.

                                                       End of Part One

Once upon a time the Buddha came into the Galactagalaxy as the Galactapiller King and ruled over 1,000,000 Galactapillers. He was very long and green and tall and strong and had wisdom like a Galactasun. In his Galactakingdom on the banks of the Galactagastream there was a Galactabacon tree as big as a Galactasun. The 1,000,000 Galactapillers crawled from Galactabranch to Galactabranch chatting and eating the lovely bacon that was big and multicoloured and crispy and yummy. Sometimes the cooked bacon would fall from the tree and drift down the Galactagastream. One Galactaday the Galactatron king (A robot t-rex) found a piece of the delicious multicoloured Galactabacon and ate it and his food processors said yum. He needed more of this multicoloured Galactastuff so the Galactatron army went down the Galactagastream. When they got there all the Galactapillers were having a Galactafeast as it was Galactachristmas. There was a Galactagap so the Galactatron army had to quickly build a Galactabridge. When they got to the other side of the Galactagap they destroyed the Galactabridge so the Galactapillers wouldn’t be able to run away with the Galactabacon. The Galactapiller King quickly reacted. He stretched his long Galactapiller body across the Galactagap. All the Galactapillers crawled across him to Galactafreedom. When all the Galactapillers had crawled to safety the Galactatron King asked the Galactapiller King why he had risked his life to save his Galactapillers. The Galactapiller King said that is what a good Galactaking should do. So then the Galactatron King knew that he had been a selfish Galactaking and he should care more for his Galactatrons. And they lived happily ever after.

THE GALACTAEND

News Story

"Breaking news: There's been a jailbreak out of an insane asylum in Texas, anyone around this area please stay inside your homes as the prisoners are all incredibly dangerous.

New York City, 13th December

I’ve been planning this for a while… To run away, to find my parents. They disappeared about 4 days ago with no trace of where they'd gone. So we took it upon ourselves to find them. We’ve run away from our Aunt’s house with a backpack of everything we need and we've plotted and planned the route all the way to Pennsylvania where Jasper, my brother would meet me at where our parents last said they were going. They said they had some beef with an old friend (who had just gotten out of prison) near Gettysburg, at the Presbyterian Church. This was normal as they could both be pretty difficult people and they had to settle disputes quite often. But that night they went out as confident as ever but they never came back…

Gettysburg, 16th December

We’ve just arrived at the Presbyterian Church and I’m already getting uneasy. It’s got that creepy feel that you only get from being in the dark on your own… except that I'm not on my own and we aren’t in the dark. I suddenly hear a muffled voice in the distance, shouting "get off me" in panic… Probably my imagination. We climb over the wall and have just started walking through the graveyard when I notice a freshly dug grave, a very fresh grave. I bend over and check the gravestone. It clearly displays ‘Samuel Kobe: born 1953 6th July, Died 1997 16th December’. As soon as I see the date I'm on my knees digging instantly screaming, “Jasper!! Get down here!!”

“Danny what is it?!” his voice shouting out in distress.

“I’ve found dad's grave! It says he died today and it’s only 8 in the morning!”

Jasper was there in a flash, his hands a whirlwind as they dug up the soft, powdery earth. Almost the second we started to dig I hear another muffled sob. I knew then what I had heard back there was Dad. I start digging faster and more vigorously. After digging extensively for almost a minute my hand touches a shirt.

“Jasper, I‘ve found him!”

“We need to uncover his face so he can breathe!” says Jasper. We expose his face and sure enough it was Dad… Except he wasn’t breathing.

“I can do CPR” says Jasper desperately,” I could save him”

He pumps Dad’s chest and breaths into his mouth for over a minute but Dad doesn't wake up. A grim silence comes over us as we realise that even if we could restart his heart, the damage to his brain would be too great.

We sit there for about a minute until we hear cruel, bitter laughter and feminine screams coming from the church. We both sit up straight and look at each other. It's Mum.

After three shots of absinth, my liver was ruined.

(Al) though, my liver was ruined, my cousin was willing to donate his liver.

As my cousin had no liver now, he died a slow painful death.

Because our livers turned out to be incompatible, my mother had to donate her liver.

Before my mother died a slow and painful death, I thanked her for donating her liver.

Even if I had begged her not to, she would have done it anyway.

If she was still alive, she would not regret it.

In case I cried she had ordered a professional tear wiper, to wipe my tears.

In order for this to happen, she had to call five people.

Rather than, saving herself, she chose to save mine.

Since I have killed my mother and my cousin, what little people who loved me, now hate me.

Unless I can raise my dead family members from the underworld, everyone will hate me.

Until my dad tells me his number or comes home, he won’t know my mother is dead.

When he does come home, he will hate me.

Whenever anyone finds out what happened to my mother and why, they are appalled

Where there are family members who are dead because of you, there is hate.

Whereas if you haven’t killed family members, there is love.

Wherever I go, people look at me in disgust and I think… I HATE YOU ABSINTH!!!!!

Whether or not people kill me, I will always hate myself.

While I love eating foie gras de canard, It's Ingredients are: Liver of the duck…

It was dark on the summer eve on the Savannah when the humans were out hunting. The boars never stood a chance. They fought to the last but only four survived. Those four were Jame the chief, his wife and his children, Lucas and Maris. The pack lived in a house like structure. Made from trees looming over them. They lived off acorns and other types of truffles. And After this all four swore an oath of revenge to the humans. So they went to the meerkats, the hippos and the Elephants and asked if they would help avenge their fellow boar’s deaths. But only the meerkats and the elephants agreed to help. Next they went to the cape cobras, the rhinos and the baboons. But only the cape cobras and the rhinos agreed to help. So the very next day the wild Boars decided to tell their plan. The plan was...

“The meerkats are to build three main tunnels leading to the Humans Hometown. The cobras are to slither through into the town and Poison the food and water. The cobras are to do this while the elephants and the rhinos rampage in and create a distraction.”

“Any questions?”Only a meerkat and elephant put their hand up. Jame picked the meerkat first “Why do we have to build three tunnels?”he asked

“Ahh that’s because an elephant or a Rhino might step on one.”Next Jame picked the elephant.

“Won’t the humans pelt us with rocks and sticks with rocks and feathers attached to them?

“Yes they will. So that’s why I invented these.” He produced about 25 pairs of bark armour made to fit rhinos and elephants.

“Thank you” replied the elephants.

“You’re welcome. So back to business.”

“ But wait. We have something to tell you. We have been attacked by them too.” They said.

The next day they carried out the plan. The meerkats began to dig the tunnels, the elephants and the rhinos prepared themselves with the armour and the snakes tested their venom. Very soon they were ready. The snakes slithered through the tunnels while the elephants and rhinos charged into the town.

After about an hour, the snakes had managed to poison all of the food and none of the elephants or rhinos had been pierced by the rocks and sticks. They quickly evacuated the village to watch what would happen because they knew that the villagers would be hungry and thirsty after defending their village. Within half a week almost all of the villagers had died and learnt their lesson. So now lots of tribesmen and woman now know not to hunt an entire pack of animals but to save some for later.

It is said, that long ago there were three legendary masters. One practised the way of the paper, another the way of the rock, and the third master, the way of the scissors. They were known respectively as Mr. P, Mr. R and Mr. S.

They dominated the land, running amok and doing as they saw fit. This went on for one hundred years on the dot, until, rumours of another master, Mr. Sh, reached the ears of the tyrants. Apparently he blew away houses and villains and sorts with a single bang and was called Mr. Sh as he silenced whoever opposed him. At least that was what people thought… No one really knew.

The trio of tyrants set off in search of this new hero, they wanted to snatch his powers for themselves. That was, after all how they became powerful.

Their investigation led them to a small cave off the coast where several houses had gone missing. They crept up the cave path, hearing several bangs as they went, to the opening of the cave.

Stepping in, they could definitely see someone was living here. They walked around, looking at various pieces of furniture as they went, before they heard a bang. BANG! Mr. P was gone. The remaining two exchanged looks and carried on. Neither of them really liked him anyway.

They heard another bang and Mr. R turned round to see that Mr. S was gone. He never really liked him either. Then Mr. R heard the scuff of a shoe and whirled round. He expected a wise sensei to be there but it was just an average middle aged guy with a shotgun.

“Ah”, Mr. R said, “That explains the ‘Sh’”.

“Yes”, Mr. Sh replied, levelling his shotgun at him, “It does”.

Then he pulled the trigger…

He sniffs... it's a bad mouse,

Too long, too dead he sniffs.

He sniffs... too late, too far away.

He should have stayed, he sniffs.

He sniffs, under the table, savoury, salty,

A remnant of a lost fellow, he sniffs

He sniffs, from it, a memory! Back from the past,

He is close, he licks his lips... and sniffs

He sniffs, his other is close, too close...

The sense taste of the air, it's wrong it's changed he sniffs,

He sniffs, the ceiling is near, his other is nearer still,

His cover is blown! His other is upon him, not good, he sniffs,

He sniffs, the smell of blood, an accident, she was only playing,

Not good, the hand will come, with it the sound, he sniffs,

He sniffs, the signature smell, the hand is coming, we were only playing…

A question… if the hand never came, then what happened?

The solution… It was all a dream

Cast list:

The sniffer: Maxi the cat

The other: Bibi the Cat (Maxi's Sister)

The hand: Well, the hand is the hand.

Chapter 1

Panting hard, rounding the corner Mo thought he’d lost them. Grimswalde’s gang had been chasing him for over two hours. He meandered to a stop and collapsed into a breathless heap. Angry at himself for getting involved with them, he had pushed himself hard. The streets had flown by and he now stood out of town, standing in front of the derelict old school. Matron would be angry with him. Mo looked over his shoulder and distantly saw various items thrown into the air behind him. Probably Grimswalde having a fit at losing Mo. Distant shouts confirmed his verdict that the gang was far away. Mo redirected his attention to the school. There was no way he could get back to Livermoore before Nightfall came out. Especially with Grimswalde waiting for him. Nightfall. Mo shivered. No-one had ever survived outside when Nightfall was out. He swore. There were no other buildings around. He’d have to camp out in the school.

Keeping close to the middle of neglected road (in case of any unseen fears in the shadows) Mo set off towards the school. It was an impressive structure with huge arching assemblies, which could be seen through the large hole in the main hall’s wall. Vast windows bowed to the roof and lonesome statues stood protruding out on either side. The menacing gates rose with a recalcitrant glare while small animal skeletons lay strewn about the ground. Mo was unsettled by it all. He gingerly pushed open the gates and peered into the main hall. Seeing nothing of interest, he walked towards the many hallways leading to other parts of the school. He checked each corridor for promise, coughing at the dust that he had aroused, but not a single ray of light shined down any of them.

A shout reminded him that Grimswalde was still on his tail so he hurriedly picked a corridor at random and set off at a brisk pace down it.

“ERIFUHERFOIEURFHIERUFHUIOERUFHIERUFHEIRHFIEURHFIEURHFIEHR” Was the sound that penetrated Mo’s hearing as he hid in the dilapidated old classroom. This was bad. Grimswalde must have let out his massive pet dog, Snooty. There was no one in the whole of Livermoore who hadn’t heard of Snooty (or should it be said, heard him). His bark could be heard for miles and his breath could, if you stood close enough, make a young man vomit. But, quite frankly, Mo wasn’t scared of any of this. What he was scared of was the fact that Snooty was always covered in cotton (Mo’s phobia). No one knew why Snooty was covered in cotton except Grimswalde, and no one dared to risk asking him about it either.

Mo was absolutely terrified. Recently he had been having nightmares about Snooty chasing him in the dark and now it was coming to life. Starting to feel a panic attack coming on, Mo got up and began pacing around the classroom. If he had a panic attack now he wouldn’t be able to run from Grimswalde.

Mo froze. He’d heard a sound. It was probably nothing, he was being paranoid. But, he heard it again. Faint panting quickly getting louder. He definitely wasn’t being paranoid. Moving slowly for cover Mo went over all the possible ways he could make it out alive. It wasn’t looking good. A loud noise caused him to whip his head round just in time to see Snooty’s face grinning at him as his humongous body crashed into the end of the hallway. In a flash Mo dived for cover, but his foot snagged on an old chair. He was instead sent hurtling towards a dusty, timeworn old whiteboard.

In an instant everything went into slow-motion. He could see Snooty lunging at him with his jaws wide open, gaping at him like a basking shark. He could see the ancient, rickety chair spinning though the air at a snail’s pace, leaving a trail of dust spiralling in complex patterns. Even the rest of his body was moving in slow-motion. It seemed that only his head was moving at normal speed. Then Mo had a few thoughts. No. 1 was that for some reason he wasn’t finding this the slightest bit unnatural, No. 2

was that his head must be looking like an animation gone wrong and No. 3 was that he was feeling abnormally happy.

Well, this is the end. At least I lived a good life.

Then, normal speed returned and Mo slammed into the whiteboard.

Blankness…

Chapter 2

The first thing Mo noticed when he woke up was that he hadn’t been torn to pieces by Snooty. The second was that he was tied to a totem-pole with strange creatures dancing around him.

Mo smiled. It was slightly comical the way that they looked like chanting sacks o' flour with arms and legs. His smile disappeared as he realised the chanting was a lot more hostile than comical. It sounded if they were singing some kind of torture song.

Double time mistake machine,

Scream until your lips are clean,

Inside your mind we'll find the key,

Open up and we shall see,

It hurts until we stop,

You'll keep on bleeding till it clots,

In time, in time we'll deck your soul,

Your memories shall make us whole.

Sounding like shrill cats, the creatures screamed this demented hymn over and over again making Mo’s vision blurry. Suddenly, his senses went on alert and all blurriness faded. The totem-pole had started moving and let out a groan. In seconds the chanting fell silent. He felt the bark rolling like muscles on a body-builder’s back, he heard the creaking and scraping of the totem-pole moving itself, he smelt the dry, dead wood quickly become green and alive again, but he couldn’t see anything about the totem-pole. Blind terror started clouding his mind as he began writhing and twisting to get out of his bindings. What would in the world would happen to him if...? If… If whatever might happen to him happened to him.

Then, he got a flash of insight. His Bowie knife! He could cut himself free. Shifting to get his knife out Mo could just about make out wooden limbs stretching out from the body of the totem-pole. This made him panic and that panic strangely gave him motivation. In one smooth movement Mo brought out his knife and cut the bindings. As soon as he touched the ground the sacks o' flour blinked and then in what seemed to be some mutual, telepathic agreement, called ‘bundle’ and jumped on him. However, they only weighed about a kilo or so, so he could throw them away easily. After chucking them all off Mo started to sprint. So terrified was he of the totem-pole-thing, he sprinted like he’d never sprinted before. He ran so far the dense shrubbery changed to towering pine trees and he soon found himself in a small clearing that was sheltered from the wind. Deciding to rest here Mo settled down panting against a tree. It was only then that he realised that one of the sacks o’ flower was sitting on his head. Mo stood up in a flash, anger bubbling up as he remembered the terror that the sacks o’ flower put him through. Mo picked up the sack o’ flower and prepared to throw it in the bushes. Then he froze. He’d heard a voice.

“I wouldn’t be doing that if I were you”, it had been a long time since Mo had heard a voice.

“Who is it?” Mo replied, voice hoarse, Bowie knife drawn.

“You don’t be wanting to throw that away,” the voice said ignoring the question. “That be a Geriatric Catermauler offering. If you be throwing that away the Catermaulers will be seeing that as a disrespect to the Geriatric Catermaulers and will be hunting you down until you’re dead. I be talking Non-Geriatric Catermaulers. You don’t want to be messing with them.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” That was when he saw the face grinning at him through the pine needles.

“Ah, Matey. This ain’t being no Earth-place… This be the Badlands.”

Chapter 3

“So you’re telling me, the reason I came here, was because this mighty dragon has been terrorising the lands for thousands of years, it had finally started dying but then it laid an egg which typically was indestructible. So then your people sent a magical warrior out to get rid of this egg. He succeeded in getting it and then banished to the area between galaxies by using his magic powers. The dragon, which was outraged at having its baby taken from it decided to start randomly opening portals in the hope that the egg might float back in; and that I came here was about a one in 432 trillion chance”. Mo and Sonny had sat down on a log together and started talking to each other with Ruben (named this as he dark curly hair which reminded Mo of a friend back home), the Geriatric Catermauler trophy sitting on Mo’s head.

“Yup.” Replied Sonny (Mo’s new acquaintance) “Bit of a mouthful, ain’t it.”

“Yeah.” Mo mumbled distantly. “But, wait. How did you get me to trust you like that? You’re a complete stranger to me.” He said suddenly on high alert.

“Ah, laddy. That be for me to know and you to be finding out. Don’t worry, I won’t be telling that Grimswalde friend of yours that you’re here, even though there be quite a high bounty on your head.”

At this Mo stood, mouth agape.

“How in this weird world did you know that? What are you?” Sonny smiled, noting the fact that Mo had reverted from using ‘Earth’ to ‘this weird world’.

“Well, I be, among other things, what you would be calling a savant. There be nothing that I don’t be knowing. For instance, on your planet there be a woman called Celia who be about to be giving birth to a child, who she wants to be going on to call Johnny.” Mo carried on gaping at him. At this Sonny sighed and said, “Yeah, I be knowing it’s weird. My family kicked me out of my home because they were being scared of me.” Hearing this, Mo softened. He could relate to this.

“And exactly how long ago did your family kick you out?”

“About a week ago.” As he heard this Mo remembered how lonely he had been in those first few months.

“My parents also kicked me out. But it wasn’t because I was a savant or I was powerful. It was because…”

Before Mo could finish his sentence he was cut off by Ruben, who was screeching, pulling Mo’s hair and pointing towards the trees. Sonny’s eyes widened.

“Mo, we have to be running now. A Rendann be after us. They be responsible for monitoring whatever be coming through the portals.”

Mo’s answer to this was a distressed “Whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt!!!!”

“Shut up. Now do as I be saying. Throw Ruben up into the air and shout ‘Miresa Ruben’. I can’t be doing this, as he be your trophy.”

Again, “Whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt!!!!”

“Just be doing it!”

Then Mo remembered that he didn’t want to die and if he wanted any chance of not dying then he would have to do what Sonny said. He quickly did as asked and to his amazement Ruben transformed into something he had only heard of in legends. It was an Ethosien. No longer was Ruben a Geriatric Catermauler Trophy the size of Mo’s hand. He was now at least four times the size of an elephant, as well as having thick hairy arms that reached down to the ground. His giant maw was filled with sharp tusks the same size as Mo’s torso and his arms and feet were both tipped with ferocious claws. But the oddest part of this new side of Ruben was the fact that his muscled body was covered in glowing engravings. They shone like his beating heart was the radiant sun itself. Ruben then let out a piercing shriek and charged off in the direction in which he had first pointed.

Mo turned to Sonny with a look of wonder on his face. “If we make it out alive, you have to tell me about this whole Catermauler business. All these surprises are doing my head in.” Sonny grinned and started to run with Mo in hot pursuit. But, there was really no need as at that moment Ruben came back into the clearing with a giant rat in his mouth.

“Wow”, said Sonny,” I been knowing they were ugly, black blood, scaly tails, clawed noses and whatnot, but… Eeeurgh”

Mo looked at him quizzically, “I thought you knew everything”

“I only be knowing what happens, where and when, I ain’t got the mind to see what things look like.”

“Then you should have known that the giant rat thing with multiple tails and noses was coming”, Mo was genuinely confused now.

“No, Dummy. I can’t be seeing into the future. Tis virtually impossible. My brain would have to be the size of an Atlanticore for that.”

“What’s an Atlanticore?”

“Tis a giant blue scorpion that floats.” Sonny sighed, “You really ain’t knowing to do nothin aren't you?”

“No, not really…” Then Mo frowned, “Wait, why did you stick with me. You could have died, but you still stayed.”

“Ah, well…The truth is. I been really, really, really lonely.”

With a sad smile Mo replied, “I know how it feels. To be alone. Nothing can compare with it. When you know no one is on your side, it properly hurts.”

Sonny sighed and no one said anything for a few moments. 

Quickly, to break the silence Mo said, "So, tell me all about this Geriatric Catermauler stuff."

Sonny smiled and licked his lips, "Well... Basically the Geriatric Catermaulers are being exiles from their clan because they ain't young and strong anymore. They then are being sent out to camps where the try to be proving themselves to be getting back in. They do this by the rituals and spells of Catermaulers and whatnot."

"Ahh, that still doesn't make any sense."

Sonny chuckled and said, "Har har, very funny. Anyway I best be getting miself some kip. We got a big day of walking to be having ourselves done tomorrow."

"M'kay", Mo mumbled, already sleepy."G'Night"

"Night"

                                                       End Of Part One :)