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Little Wolverine

Three days. It's been three days since the the enemies have started gathering their forces. Two, since the Leaves by passed my hiding place. It seems the coast is clear. For now. During those times, I huddled by the corner  of our broken down shack. Letting the fear eat away at me. Piggu, insipid plant that he is, would only acknowledge my presence whenever I give him his water. The force of his stare says it all... "Foolish human. To be overcome with such fear, from something as trivial as Leaves. How quickly you forget. I too am a plant."

But he's not just a plant. He's family. And we always stick up for family, no matter what. 

For hours, I lay there. Beating myself up for being a coward, for being a useless, spineless, stupid human . "Well, no more!" I thought. It's high time I summon all that bravado and gather my own forces! Well... More like plead for help from friends in distant lands. It's reckless I know, but I just can't lay around and do nothing as the the enemies create havoc all around me. 

I will have to ask for help from the one nearest to where I am. A gentleman from a place called Solreas. An ominous place. A habitat for reptiles and fire breathing snakes, the mere sight of them would make lesser men shake in their boots and cry. Though they are mostly females, it is said that they are descendants of Medusa herself. No surprise there, their temperament alone could attest to that. 

What a cheery little fellow!