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Chamberlain’s stomach gave a loud growl. He was very hungry.

It had been the midday mealtime when his banishment came. But now, he couldn’t even go back to eat.

Sil had made it to some grasslands. His feet were tired and a little sore. He looked around. Nothing seemed edible out here. He knew he wasn’t a good hunter. That was the Garthim’s job, to hunt for food.

He would travel some more. If necessary, he would force himself to eat some plants if no small animal could be caught. He would try his hand at catching some small animal first. But it wouldn’t be easy with all this medium sized grass in the way.

He began moving the stalks of grass apart to look for something, but anything he saw scattered into a underground home or just moved too fast for him to grab. But it didn’t stop him from trying.

Soon, he came to the middle of the field and he stepped on a loud twig, and the noise alerted some big animals that were out in the field too. They lifted their heads above the grass and they saw something big approaching them. Evidently, they had been resting.

It was a pair of them. They began growling and approaching the intruder.

Chamberlain heard them and now knew he was out of luck. His eyes widened as he recognized these beasts as Rakkidas! Now he knew he was in trouble. He knew how dangerous these creatures could be.

At home, the Garthim or his rivals might have attacked these creatures with weapons, but here he was, out in the wilderness, alone and completely unarmed, with the exception of his own teeth and talons. But with no place to run to to protect himself, he knew this might be the end of him.

He swallowed nervously and looked around, for anything he might be able to use as a weapon or to hide. He began backing up.

The Rakkidas kept on stalking him. Their jaws were drooling with saliva, obviously hungry.

“Please, don’t do this.” Chamberlain held out his hands, backing away. The creatures didn’t listen.

Then, Sil turned and tried to run from the monsters, though he wasn’t as fast a runner as when he was younger.

But the Rakkidas were faster. They burst into a run too and caught up with him rather quickly.

Sil had managed to escape Rakkida in the past, but not this time. The first one that caught him caught his left thigh.

Chamberlain screamed in pain and was stopped. He tried using his hands to get the beast’s jaws off his leg. But the second one came around and grabbed onto Sil’s right arm.

The Skeksis screamed again. He knew this was the end. He tried using his left hand to try to free his other arm, and the Rakkida, using its right foot claws, scratched Sil’s other hand, leaving some bad scratch marks, bleeding badly.

Despite the clothes he wore, the beasts had made contact with Sil’s skin and blood was soaking everything.

And Sil was trying his hardest to get away with struggling and the beast on his right arm even kicked him in his lower chest and upper stomach, knocking the wind out of him at one point. There was even a crack heard. Now it was just a matter of time before the end came for him. He hadn’t even been out here a whole day yet.
…………….

Not too far away from the attack site, there was a shepherd Gelfling boy named Byron. He wore brown clothes and he had dark hair and blue eyes.

He was more of a loner in his home village, so he had the job of looking after this village’s Mounders.

The Mounders were grazing peacefully until there was loud screaming and snarling to the west of the field they were in. Byron was alerted by the screaming. The soft voice almost sounded feminine. A female could be in trouble!

He got onto the lead Mounder and they went over to investigate the sounds of an attack.

When they got over there, Byron saw two Rakkidas tearing apart some big creature.

“Stop them, guys!” Byron ordered his Mounders and the Mounders went over to deal with the Rakkidas.

The Mounders went in and instantly gave the Rakkidas mighty kicks, making them release their victim. Then they tried to retaliate one the Mounders, but got more hard, good kicks from them and that made them back off. Then they took off running.

After that was over, Byron went back to examine the victim. He got off his Mounder and went over to see something big and grey lying on the ground, unconscious and its blood soaking the ground and its clothes. It was barely breathing.

“I don’t know what this creature is, but we need to get it back to the village for help.” Byron said to the lead Mounder. It grumbled back to him as if to answer.

With some help from two Mounders pulling on the clothing, they pulled the hurt Skeksis onto the lead Mounder’s back, Byron by his side. He had to hurry if he was going to save this creature’s life.
………………..

Byron got Chamberlain to his village and he went to the home of the healer. She was a mid-aged woman with fair shoulder length hair. She was an expertise of healing of all sorts. She could also sense certain auras.

Byron knocked on the door. The healer opened the door. “Yes, Byron. What is going on?” She asked.

“Wyneth. I have found a wounded creature out in the field. It was attacked by two Rakkidas. They nearly killed it.” He said.

“Let me see the poor thing.” Wyneth said.

Byron had his Mounder lay down and Wyneth got onto the Mounder to see the Skeksis lying there, practically torn apart.

Wyneth was surprised by this creature. She had never seen one like it before. But she could sense something about him.

“I don’t know if it’s worth saving, Byron. It’s lost a lot of blood. And there’s something off about it. With the spikes, the talons and the teeth, it is clearly a killer itself.” She said.

“We can’t just abandon him or her.” Byron said. “I heard the screaming. It sounded kind of female like. Please, Wyneth, we have to try.”

She looked down again at the wounded creature. “Alright, but its going to go into the cage just to make sure it’s not dangerous.”

Byron smiled.

Wyneth had a sanctuary to where even huge Landstriders could be treated for injuries. The Mounder took Sil there.

Chamberlain was slowly and gently rolled onto a mat like bed. Wyneth then began doing an exam.

She found the right arm to be completely torn to shreds. The left hand was scratched up. And the left thigh and leg was torn up good. She then felt on the torso. She heard a crack in one of the lower ribs. This creature had obviously been hit good in the ribs for it to break.

“I will try to save it, but Byron, don’t get your hopes up for this one. It’s so hurt that it may not survive the night.” Wyneth warned him.

“I know, but we have to try.” He said.

Wyneth got some scissors and a knife and began cutting away the clothing on the arms and torso. The legs didn’t have clothing on them.

Then she began sewing up what wounds she saw were the most open. Some stitches were put in his upper right arm and in his left thigh. Then bandages were applied to the wounds.

After the wounds were taken care of, Wyneth needed to take care of the ribs. There wasn’t much she could do for him there, but just bandage him up and he would have to take it easy.

With Byron’s help, the two Gelfling got bandages around Sil’s middle. They managed to maneuver around his spikes on his back. Then he was covered with a blanket.

Chamberlain was already in the treatment cage. Now that the injuries were treated, they could only leave him there to wake up on his own. Lucky he had remained unconscious through the whole procedure.

“Now all we can do is wait.” Wyneth said. “You best get the Mounders settled down for the night. I’ll watch him for now.”

“I want to be here overnight. I’ll be back soon.” Byron said and left, to get his Mounders settled to bed for the night.

After he left, Wyneth now walked outside the cage and locked it up. She still had a bad feeling about this creature. But some creatures could be surprising, she knew.
…………….

Across the land, in the Valley, the Chanter, was critically injured too. His fellow urRu patched up his wounds and got him to his bed.
………………

Byron soon came back. There was still no change in the unconscious creature.

Wyneth gave Byron some dinner for the night and she let him take over watch duty.

During the night, Chamberlain whimpered in his sleep. He began mumbling. He was dreaming about the horrific treatment he had gotten from his own kind earlier in the day. But then, he saw his lover, La. It was like she was reaching out to him. But he couldn’t reach her. He called out to her.

The Gelflings could see that this creature could talk, but asking what his name was would have to wait till he came to. His talking in his sleep had clearly been from being traumatized. And maybe from a fever too.

Wyneth came back and she felt Sil’s body. He was really warm, but the blanket needed to stay on. She got a cloth wet with water and began wiping his face and neck down gently. But the fever persisted.

“What’s wrong?” Byron asked. He saw the healer had a worried look on her face.

“Rakkidas have a certain toxin in their saliva. His body is obviously trying real hard to fight the toxin. He’ll be lucky he survives with the loss of blood he had.” She explained.

Byron really hoped this creature would survive. He was anxious to learn more about it.

Description
Chamberlain’s stomach gave a loud growl. He was very hungry.

It had been the midday mealtime when his banishment came. But now, he couldn’t even go back to eat.

Sil had made it to some grasslands. His feet were tired and a little sore. He looked around. Nothing seemed edible out here. He knew he wasn’t a good hunter. That was the Garthim’s job, to hunt for food.

He would travel some more. If necessary, he would force himself to eat some plants if no small animal could be caught. He would try his hand at catching some small animal first. But it wouldn’t be easy with all this medium sized grass in the way.

He began moving the stalks of grass apart to look for something, but anything he saw scattered into a underground home or just moved too fast for him to grab. But it didn’t stop him from trying.

Soon, he came to the middle of the field and he stepped on a loud twig, and the noise alerted some big animals that were out in the field too. They lifted their heads above the grass and they saw something big approaching them. Evidently, they had been resting.

It was a pair of them. They began growling and approaching the intruder.

Chamberlain heard them and now knew he was out of luck. His eyes widened as he recognized these beasts as Rakkidas! Now he knew he was in trouble. He knew how dangerous these creatures could be.

At home, the Garthim or his rivals might have attacked these creatures with weapons, but here he was, out in the wilderness, alone and completely unarmed, with the exception of his own teeth and talons. But with no place to run to to protect himself, he knew this might be the end of him.

He swallowed nervously and looked around, for anything he might be able to use as a weapon or to hide. He began backing up.

The Rakkidas kept on stalking him. Their jaws were drooling with saliva, obviously hungry.

“Please, don’t do this.” Chamberlain held out his hands, backing away. The creatures didn’t listen.

Then, Sil turned and tried to run from the monsters, though he wasn’t as fast a runner as when he was younger.

But the Rakkidas were faster. They burst into a run too and caught up with him rather quickly.

Sil had managed to escape Rakkida in the past, but not this time. The first one that caught him caught his left thigh.

Chamberlain screamed in pain and was stopped. He tried using his hands to get the beast’s jaws off his leg. But the second one came around and grabbed onto Sil’s right arm.

The Skeksis screamed again. He knew this was the end. He tried using his left hand to try to free his other arm, and the Rakkida, using its right foot claws, scratched Sil’s other hand, leaving some bad scratch marks, bleeding badly.

Despite the clothes he wore, the beasts had made contact with Sil’s skin and blood was soaking everything.

And Sil was trying his hardest to get away with struggling and the beast on his right arm even kicked him in his lower chest and upper stomach, knocking the wind out of him at one point. There was even a crack heard. Now it was just a matter of time before the end came for him. He hadn’t even been out here a whole day yet.
…………….

Not too far away from the attack site, there was a shepherd Gelfling boy named Byron. He wore brown clothes and he had dark hair and blue eyes.

He was more of a loner in his home village, so he had the job of looking after this village’s Mounders.

The Mounders were grazing peacefully until there was loud screaming and snarling to the west of the field they were in. Byron was alerted by the screaming. The soft voice almost sounded feminine. A female could be in trouble!

He got onto the lead Mounder and they went over to investigate the sounds of an attack.

When they got over there, Byron saw two Rakkidas tearing apart some big creature.

“Stop them, guys!” Byron ordered his Mounders and the Mounders went over to deal with the Rakkidas.

The Mounders went in and instantly gave the Rakkidas mighty kicks, making them release their victim. Then they tried to retaliate one the Mounders, but got more hard, good kicks from them and that made them back off. Then they took off running.

After that was over, Byron went back to examine the victim. He got off his Mounder and went over to see something big and grey lying on the ground, unconscious and its blood soaking the ground and its clothes. It was barely breathing.

“I don’t know what this creature is, but we need to get it back to the village for help.” Byron said to the lead Mounder. It grumbled back to him as if to answer.

With some help from two Mounders pulling on the clothing, they pulled the hurt Skeksis onto the lead Mounder’s back, Byron by his side. He had to hurry if he was going to save this creature’s life.
………………..

Byron got Chamberlain to his village and he went to the home of the healer. She was a mid-aged woman with fair shoulder length hair. She was an expertise of healing of all sorts. She could also sense certain auras.

Byron knocked on the door. The healer opened the door. “Yes, Byron. What is going on?” She asked.

“Wyneth. I have found a wounded creature out in the field. It was attacked by two Rakkidas. They nearly killed it.” He said.

“Let me see the poor thing.” Wyneth said.

Byron had his Mounder lay down and Wyneth got onto the Mounder to see the Skeksis lying there, practically torn apart.

Wyneth was surprised by this creature. She had never seen one like it before. But she could sense something about him.

“I don’t know if it’s worth saving, Byron. It’s lost a lot of blood. And there’s something off about it. With the spikes, the talons and the teeth, it is clearly a killer itself.” She said.

“We can’t just abandon him or her.” Byron said. “I heard the screaming. It sounded kind of female like. Please, Wyneth, we have to try.”

She looked down again at the wounded creature. “Alright, but its going to go into the cage just to make sure it’s not dangerous.”

Byron smiled.

Wyneth had a sanctuary to where even huge Landstriders could be treated for injuries. The Mounder took Sil there.

Chamberlain was slowly and gently rolled onto a mat like bed. Wyneth then began doing an exam.

She found the right arm to be completely torn to shreds. The left hand was scratched up. And the left thigh and leg was torn up good. She then felt on the torso. She heard a crack in one of the lower ribs. This creature had obviously been hit good in the ribs for it to break.

“I will try to save it, but Byron, don’t get your hopes up for this one. It’s so hurt that it may not survive the night.” Wyneth warned him.

“I know, but we have to try.” He said.

Wyneth got some scissors and a knife and began cutting away the clothing on the arms and torso. The legs didn’t have clothing on them.

Then she began sewing up what wounds she saw were the most open. Some stitches were put in his upper right arm and in his left thigh. Then bandages were applied to the wounds.

After the wounds were taken care of, Wyneth needed to take care of the ribs. There wasn’t much she could do for him there, but just bandage him up and he would have to take it easy.

With Byron’s help, the two Gelfling got bandages around Sil’s middle. They managed to maneuver around his spikes on his back. Then he was covered with a blanket.

Chamberlain was already in the treatment cage. Now that the injuries were treated, they could only leave him there to wake up on his own. Lucky he had remained unconscious through the whole procedure.

“Now all we can do is wait.” Wyneth said. “You best get the Mounders settled down for the night. I’ll watch him for now.”

“I want to be here overnight. I’ll be back soon.” Byron said and left, to get his Mounders settled to bed for the night.

After he left, Wyneth now walked outside the cage and locked it up. She still had a bad feeling about this creature. But some creatures could be surprising, she knew.
…………….

Across the land, in the Valley, the Chanter, was critically injured too. His fellow urRu patched up his wounds and got him to his bed.
………………

Byron soon came back. There was still no change in the unconscious creature.

Wyneth gave Byron some dinner for the night and she let him take over watch duty.

During the night, Chamberlain whimpered in his sleep. He began mumbling. He was dreaming about the horrific treatment he had gotten from his own kind earlier in the day. But then, he saw his lover, La. It was like she was reaching out to him. But he couldn’t reach her. He called out to her.

The Gelflings could see that this creature could talk, but asking what his name was would have to wait till he came to. His talking in his sleep had clearly been from being traumatized. And maybe from a fever too.

Wyneth came back and she felt Sil’s body. He was really warm, but the blanket needed to stay on. She got a cloth wet with water and began wiping his face and neck down gently. But the fever persisted.

“What’s wrong?” Byron asked. He saw the healer had a worried look on her face.

“Rakkidas have a certain toxin in their saliva. His body is obviously trying real hard to fight the toxin. He’ll be lucky he survives with the loss of blood he had.” She explained.

Byron really hoped this creature would survive. He was anxious to learn more about it.