Hey all. I know you guys weren’t pleased with my previous story (10). Heck, neither was I. I got some requests wanting me to do “this” and “that”. I tried to mix em up to please everyone, but it ended up one big mess. I hope this one is better >w<

I awoke and grabbed my pouch of stars.

Voice: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp me!!!
Me: Ooof!!

I bumped into Sam. He was in his holding his Kage and rubbing his head. He was wearing his Pajamas.

Sam: Who the heck could be screaming for help? I don’t recognize that voice, but yet it sounds familiar. . .
Me: Yeah. . . Lemme get Lil Turtle. We might need some healing, whatever it happening.

I went back to our little hut and shook Lil Turtle gently. She was still asleep.

Me: Lil Turtle, get up. It’s a possible ambush.
Lil Turtle: ZzZzZzZz
Me: WAKE UP ALREADY (grabs her shoulders and shakes her)!!!
Lil Turtle: Eh?
Me: Aww c’mon!

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the hut.

Sam: I woke up the other two. C’mon.

We all crept silently around. . .

ROAR!!!

Something was coming through the trees. The ground was shaking, the trees were blowing, the wind was picking up. Suddenly. . . a tall shadow came out of the trees. It resembled a Balrog. It had dark brown fur (no, I don’t mean black). It had black horns and wings. However, it never took flight. It was a Jr. Balrog! In its hands was the Spearman.

Sam: Should we rescue him?
Me: You guys, what do you think?
Bowman: I think I’ll watch.
Roxanne: Eh. . . I’ll stay with my brother.
Me: What about you Lil Turtle?

It was too late to ask. She was charging towards the Jr. Balrog. While running she summoned a little fairy, Magic Guard.

Me: Well, it’s settled. I’m goin’ in!
Sam: Me too.

I Hasted myself. I jumped and threw numerous Ilbis at the Rog. Just then, the Balrog slashed out its long arms. It missed Lil Turtle. She teleported behind it and shot a Magic Claw attack.

Me: Should we really save him?

I heard a small groan. The Spearman was unconscious. Just then I had a burst a of pain. The Rog got me. Just then, I heard Sam say something.

Sam [urgently]: Lemme end this fast.

I heard a sound like thunder and then I heard a mighty groan of pain. I heard someone sobbing, and heard someone whispering something.

Lil Turtle [sobbing]: No. . . no. . .
Sam: Move! Lemme get him to the lodging.

I felt arms carry me onto a bed, I assumed were a pile of blankets. My shirt was taken off, and the breeze stung my wounds.

Sam [quietly]: Chris, you’re going to be ok.

I winced. When I was hit my the Crimson, Sam killed it fast enough not to do effective damage, but now I wasn’t sure. I could here Lil Turtle crying somewhere and whispering to herself of how she could’ve healed me and that it was her fault. The bowman was trying to comfort her. I gave a deep sigh and passed out. I believed those words Sam said, and I was a fool to believe them. For now, my life was a thin string, and I think that that string was about to snap. I just remembered, I was carrying a bottle of Power Elixir when I was fighting the Jr. Rog. I carried it, just in case—but now, when I needed it, it was probably hiding in the sand, stolen by an animal, or carried off into the ocean by the waves.

To Be Continued. . .