3 days later – Uncharted Island – North of Crash Island
Turaek froze in mid-swing, a flood of memories rushed at him at an unimaginable speed.
One memory in particular, stuck in his head, replays over and over. Each time he sees that moment in his past, his skin becomes paler and paler until finally, he breaks down, drops to his knees, and thrusts his bronze axe as deep as he can into the log he was cutting.
Suddenly, a hand comes down and gives Turaek a handkerchief.
“Hello Rolad,” said the newcomer,” Long time no see.*
*Hello old friend,” said Turaek, eyes watering,” I see you found my island. May I remind you, I am no longer called Rolad.”
“I know, but to me, you shall always be known as Rolad. Now come, I’m not used to this heat.”
13-Oct-2007 05:09:42
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