Edul awakens lying on his back on a broad glass table in a tiny circular shaped room.
A light mounted on an armature above his body automatically dims as the boy
comes to. A small round window on the
wall to his left depicts a scene of a cloud
free night sky with the peach moon,
Feryok, in her full unadulterated glory. Edul blinks a few times and shakes his head
slightly trying to focus on his
surroundings. The boy sits up and rubs his eyelids hard to clear the haze from his
eyes. Something doesn't feel right. Edul
opens his eyes to the horror of a metal
hand attached to his arm where his left
hand used to sit.
"Ah, what the...", Edul cries but is
interrupted by a raspy male voice.
"I do apologize, Edul, but we couldn't save your hand after what Ya-Elii did to it. We
have put in an order for a new flesh and
blood hand but the stem tanks will take
about a week to complete a new one", the
voice said. Edul turns his head to the
source of the voice and finds a short
statured and wrinkled, orange skinned
alien with a half crown of small blunt
horns circumnavigating the back of his
head clothed in the same style robes the girl from his fight with the Dvenin was in.
"This robotic hand must suffice until next week", the old man's grotesque bulbous
brow that shaded his squinted oval eyes
shook slightly every time his narrow jaws closed, as if it were filled with a gelatinous substance. Edul had seen many different
alien...