Chapter 1.5 what feels like the end.

The sun rise came and I wanted to ask the questions I had last moon rise, the sun was barely up and I need to find her- Lorie the questions I had as soon as possible, I wouldn’t allow the sun to rise any further.

so I prepared, prepared to ram the ‘door’ (another very useful word her-Lorie puzzled me with), but it was wide open. The door had been left open with no traces of the care - giver. The her- Lorie had called this other ‘her’ with the smile a ‘caretaker’ but the her did not take any care, but give. So the her- ‘caregiver’ had left the ‘door’ open? Or did ‘caregiver’ not come and forget to close this ‘door’?

Well the answer could be I don’t know, or I- Dezenym- could go and find out where the caregiver is! So, I left the ‘house’ and ran down the massive ramp thirds the jungle floor. The jungle had less plants and animals under the massive trees than expected, they only had many tree hugging berry vines and sticks, branches and leaves lining the floor.

I walked, and walked, from ‘house’ to ‘house’ up ramp and ramp, until finally, I found a big ‘house’. This ‘house’ could rival the big tall ‘house’ in the fire mens sanctuary. It looked the same as all the other houses from the outside, round, woven , and green from the well kept leaves and grass, but scaled up in every way, including the ramp. But other than the ramps and round ‘houses’, this place felt empty, and deserted. If only I could hear and see her-Lorie right now, she could make it felt full.

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And so I went to the big ‘house’, hoping to hear Lorie or anyone else, and I did, I could hear Lories thoughts, undirected at me but, still, I heard them. ‘Well, they did get me but, what ya gonna do? I’ll be welcomed back with a slap on the wrists, I’ll just say it was necessary.’ I rushed to the ‘house’ ‘door’ and slammed on it, hoping to get her- Lories attention, and it did I heard Lorie think ‘Dezenym? Oh god what bad timing.’ And then I looked up to see the ‘door’ opening to find caregiver, who gave me a faint smile and then said something, I couldn’t understand but like a downgraded version of what Lorie did, I knew it wasn’t good.

I couldn’t understand their language, the tree men’s, fire men’s, and I didn’t even know if the world ended at those two! I need to know, I need to find out. I’ll ask Lorie, I’ll ask her.

Lorie, I want to understand, what are they saying?

‘I don’t think you should know yet, kid.’

Why? Why does this happen even when I created a bond with someone? Why??

I could hear myself screaming, the frustration and anger boiling and spilling over, Lories words of panic and caution simply apart of the fray, everyone was hand pleading like the fire men, but there was no POINTING because this time, it wasn’t a man pointing, but ME, and I finally knew what I was.

‘a dragon’ came from Lories silent and weak whispers

And that was it. It boiled over. And it exploded.

I guess I had fallen asleep from exhaustion because, I work up in a circle of debris and rubble, wood was splintered everywhere, the leaves where simply ashes, and the people. The people were breathing heavily, in pain obviously, and making it very clear. I searched through the waves of wheezing people, and found Lorie at the last wave, not wheezing, or inhaling, the her who had given him a name, the her who had taken him in and given him the caregiver, the her who had SAVED him. And this time, it didn’t boil over, it broke. I felt NO anger, nothing, in fact. Empty. Empty. Dark, it’s so very dark. Lories voice didn’t come out to touch his conscious, and no one else either. And so, I curled up in a ball next to the her- Lorie, and fell asleep again.