I awoke in darkness. It had been 3 days since I left the orks prison camp and the head wound I had gotten fighting the ork gate keepers had taken it's toll. I must find water and maybe a little food so I can keep going. My one weapon, a small sword, hung at my belt still covered in dried ork blood. I had better clean that off or it would draw unwanted visitors. There were plenty of swiggle nooks around and let me tell you a hungry swiggle nook will smiffle the garfloxs right out of you. I ran out of the dessert panting. I needed food and I needed it fast. I began to black out.
'NO!' I thought to myself, 'If I pass out... then I'll never find food or water.' I racked my brain for a place where I could rest but none came to mind. Then all of a sudden it came to me... outside of Dessert Termina was a ranch I would go there!
The ranch was an outpost for thieves, murderers and other nasty beings. I would fit right in since I was on the run from ork prison. The food was bearable. Mostly fried garthox and veggies that resembled a cactus cross with a mushroom. It was called catroom. It didn't taste bad if you didn't look at it. I ate my fill and got a good long drink of pleeble juice. Not bad. Tasted like old carrot juice. The only problem was it always gave me the trotts and there wasn't anything else to drink. I knew it was going to be a long night. I found a place near the outhouse to lay down. The gas was building up in my guts and I started to fart like mad. My companions were becoming a little testy. The stench was impressive. I thought my farts smelled better than theirs did. I headed for the outhouse. I had to be careful because of the spiders. Didn't want to get bit on my butt. The bite didn't hurt but my butt would swell up like a basketball and would stay that way for a week. How embarrassing. I left early in the morning to stay ahead of the orks.
I moved fast. When I was out of the ranch, I ran over what had occured in the past five days.
Flashback
When I came out of the Weapon Shop, a guard came up to me
'What's your name kid?' he had asked me.
'Um,' I paused and looked at the guard, 'two things, one, I’m not a kid, I'm seventeen years old. Second, my name's Sheik.' I replied wondering what he wanted with me. I hadn't done any thing wrong... all I did was buy some throwing needles and a dagger. I already had a knife with me. "Something's wrong. This guard is acting very, very odd. When I told him my name he started to get excited for some reason. Maybe he's an ork, nah." I dismissed the thought. "Orks are uglier, much uglier."
'Follow me, Sheik.' he said. He turned his back on me. I followed. What else could I do? He took me to an abandoned building and ushered me inside.
