D.A.N.
Destroy All Neanderthal
Original Prehistoric Fiction
Written by Zath
Edited by DJ Hadoken 7
Episode 2
“MEDIC! COME HITHER! Sire Manking, don’t worry, you’ll be alright,” the most loyal soldier, Nor, comforted his king.
The medic soon arrived, “Medic here, let me see. Alright, bring a carriage.”
Nor shouted towards the other men, “A CARRIAGE I DEMAND!”
“Nor?” whimpered the wounded king of the Humans, Manking, in a low, weak voice.
“Yes, Sire?”
“Are we going back?”
Nor responded, “I’d say in another month.”
Manking sighed with relief, but then lamented, “Oh! This mark on the palm of my hand is useless! It doesn’t protect me. It just haunts me! I fear that day!”
Nor was concerned by this and lowered his voice, “Sire, may I suggest something?”
“Yes?” Manking opened his eyes again.
Nor leaned towards his king, so that none other than Manking could hear his voice. “Leave this place,” he whispered.
“NO! I mustn’t run away from my fate. I must, I must...” Manking uttered, before suddenly falling limp.
“Sire Manking!” Nor shouted for his king.
Nor shouted towards the other men, “A CARRIAGE I DEMAND!”
“Nor?” whimpered the wounded king of the Humans, Manking, in a low, weak voice.
“Yes, Sire?”
“Are we going back?”
“Yes, Sire. Back to Stone and Rock City.”
Ten men, four for the carriage and six for protection. They carried
Manking towards Stone and Rock City.
Stone and Rock City was made of stone that was made out of the rocks from
the ground that the city rests upon. Because of that, Stone and Rock City
sits on a crater. The buildings were mostly black with patches of brown.
Manking was sent to the highest place in Stone and Rock City, where he
resides. They took him to the medical ward.
“Where is Manking Junior, my son!?” Manking asked with a weak voice.
Nor responded, “I’ll send for him, Sire.” He gestured towards the squire who stood nearby, “Squire, send for the prince.” The squire ran off.
“Where is Manking Junior, my son!?” Manking asked with a weak voice.
Nor responded, “I’ll send for him, Sire.” He gestured towards the squire who stood nearby, “Squire, send for the prince.” The squire ran off.
Manking looked at Nor, “What of the Neanderthals of
the village of Merc?”
“Soon there will be none left,” Nor’s voice quavered as he thought of
the ongoing battle.
“Good,” Manking closed his eyes and asked, “And Nor, what of the nanny’s unborn son?”
“Good,” Manking closed his eyes and asked, “And Nor, what of the nanny’s unborn son?”
Nor responded, “I’d say in another month.”
Manking sighed with relief, but then lamented, “Oh! This mark on the palm of my hand is useless! It doesn’t protect me. It just haunts me! I fear that day!”
Nor was concerned by this and lowered his voice, “Sire, may I suggest something?”
“Yes?” Manking opened his eyes again.
Nor leaned towards his king, so that none other than Manking could hear his voice. “Leave this place,” he whispered.
“NO! I mustn’t run away from my fate. I must, I must...” Manking uttered, before suddenly falling limp.
“Sire Manking!” Nor shouted for his king.
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