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You hear the THUNDEROUS ROAR before you see its source…
Sprinting towards the sound, you find a YOUNG MAN IN ORNATE MOORISH ROBES.
He lays motionless beneath A RAGING HIPPOPOTAMUS…
Without hesitation, you unclench one of your LIGHT WEAVERS from around your wrist and toss it inches away from the destitute man.
Crouching low, you watch, hidden in the tall grass blades…
A MASSIVE ROARING LION spawns from the light weaver — its mane crackling with electric blue energy.
The hippo, startled by this new threat, backs several steps away from its victim.
The Hippo surely hadn’t seen a Lion of this sort — as the Lion towers over the Hippo, standing at least 10 feet tall.
You seize the moment.
Sprinting to the injured man’s side you find his body is broken, blood seeping through his robes.
With decisive movements, you unfold your hover-stretcher, gently lifting the man onto its shimmering surface.
“Hold on,” you mutter, though you’re unsure if he can hear you.
That’s when you noticed the ground thundering under your feet…
The hippo!
It’s charging towards the Lion Hologram — straight in your direction!!!
In an instant you shove the hover-stretcher away with all your might…
Then at the final second — dive out of the hippo’s path of rampage…
The hippo — realizing the Lion is just an illusion turns around and prepares for another charge…
You mentally engage the light weaver into “full spark” mode, cover your face with your forearm and initiate the spark.
The light weaver beeps in sequence —
beep.
beep.
beep.
beep…
Even with your eyes closed and your face covered you can see the flashing strobe of bright red — the light from the light weaver penetrating through the flesh and bones of your forearms, all the way through your closed eyelids…
The hippo roar with blindness as you count each strobe flash…
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3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
This will only buy you a small window — 10 seconds / maybe 20 if the Creator sees fit for you to survive this evening…
Without hesitation, you sprint back to the floating stretcher…
You leap onto it — being careful of the injured stranger…
The stretcher hums to life, zipping you and the stranger back to your dwelling, leaving behind the blinded & confused hippo and the abandoned light weaver…
The light weaver is probably now burnt to a crisp or trampled into pieces by the Hippo.
You’ll check back in a day or so — hopefully the light weaver is salvageable…
And hopefully so is this stranger’s life…
Hours later…
The stranger has not stabilized yet — he remains unresponsive in your med-pod…
He’s young, maybe a few years younger than you are…
Why was he here in the wildlands?
The stranger has an ornate satchel which lies nearby, a book peeking out.
Curiosity sneaks in, getting the better of you…
You’ve only seen books like these in the movies about the ancient days…
You hesitate as you think to open it — but your curiosity overwhelms you…
You pull it out the satchel.
The book has a leather cover, A RED CIRCLED DOT embossed on it…
And strange glyphs in the corner and along the side of it…
Your eyes widen as you read…
