Janarian Chapter 5

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Goren fell into a daze. All he wanted to do was sulk around.
“Goren what are you doing?” A familiar voice said, “You should be doing something, this isn’t like you.”
“How can I do any thing if my best friend is dead, Lanarin you don’t understand, LANARIN! You’re alive!”
“Of course I’m alive, I was just sent to the medical tent. My arm and back got stabbed.”
“DONIK SAID YOU WERE DEAD!”
“He thought I was.”
“Why didn’t you send for me so I wouldn’t worry?!”
“I couldn’t, I was nocked out.”
“That’s a lousy excuse.”
“Really?”
“no.”
“The let’s go to lunch.” Lanarin said, “It looks like you haven’t eaten in days!”
“I haven’t.” Goren exclaimed, tummy audibly growling, “How did you get hurt? What happened?”
“At lunch, I’ll explain everything at lunch.”
“Fine, let’s go, race you!” The two friends took off at a run dashing towards the dinning hall. For the first time Goren wanted to be first to sit down to eat.
“We’re early let’s sit down while we wait and I can start the story of the little boy in blue.”
“Okay.”
“My story starts when we left the boat. I slowly made my way across the foggy ground. When the enemy all of a sudden attacked us. A soldier from Odisen targeted me and we started a duel. It was going pretty well until his sward nicked me in the left arm, see.” Lanarin showed him a small triangular scar on his left arm, “I started to be sloppy, too scared that I would get hit again.
“Then the bomb hit and I scrambled away while he was distracted. I ran over to a fence and saw a little boy in the blue of Odisen, huddled there crying. He begged me for mercy, and I couldn’t stay no. While I was walking away, he took up his sword, aimed for my top back, and stabbed. As soon as the sword scraped my back I ran, but the sword still did a fair amount of damage.
“Then I ran and went to find help. I ran to the ship where I was treated for my injuries.”
“Wow, a little kid used a sword well! Maybe he should teach me!”
“I still don’t know why he did it, I mean, I helped him!” Lanarin sighed.
“Maybe he was just really scared.”
“Maybe.”

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