The pen is mightier than the sword. -Edward Bulwer-Lytto

Life is indeed like the books you read as a child my dear princess, the question is, are you part of the story? I promise there is a knight in shining armor, a princess in need of saving, and the story is written of them, but of you? No, a small footnote, a lesson to others, a small chink filling out the way the world works; very simply your purpose is to disappear, you were made to die. *’The Storyteller’ written by Jkmn R. R. Burrows in 112 N.C.E pg.14

As the faded and red sun looked over the pencil gray landscape the camel like beings surveyed the few shattered tent poles, torn pieces of cloth, and toppled sleds that were once the caravan. But more importantly to the story, there was a man still in his cage and a dead gnome. Two things left that were once alive.

“It seems you are prophetic *uninteligable*, perhaps it will save your *translated as feet* from being sold to the Telich!” The camel speaking then opened its wormlike face impossibly wide and made a sound like wind chimes in a hurricane facing another of the beast.

The other camel assumed a defencive posture, head level to chest swaying back and forth feet firmly planted. “Very true, perhaps he will gain sight, then he may judge you as well. We are not fools were remember the last *translated as long sun* *unintelligible*.”

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A taller camel with distinctive gold streaks moved between them, raming its shoulder into them both. “Gather salvage, I expect you two to kindly donate the *translated as glue or sealer or fluids*. Should you die perhaps *unintelligible* will foretell it.” It sounded with a snarl.

Moving further forward the camel looked at the dead gnome now almost entirely consumed by the desert sand and clicked an odd tone. Gold dust moved into the air above the camel and shot out beams of green light forming a hologram, in the hologramic overlay the metal shards started moving back as though in time, showing tracking patterns roughly in the direction of the human. The gnome contorted and reverted through time to holding his throat and finally standing.

“Rebrand this one martial based and put him in the sled, I expect arrival within 3 days in *name unintelligible, trading post in the sahid sands in the west region of *unintelligible* territory*.” The large one barked, turning and ploding off as the gold dust moved back to somewhere on the far side of the body and disappeared.

After he left the entire herd of 34 looked toward the two who had been ordained as to make the sled, and slowly moved forward.

The two immediately began to grab whatever resources they could find and began to lay them together under strict supervision.

One of the camels chortled, “Prophecy for us, will you run out of *translated as glue or life's blood*?”

“We may have to drain your corpse,” another slyly stated, “wouldn't that be terrible?”

Under the jeering the two placed the wreckage in jigsaw like pattern over cloth before a thick fluid began to pour from their mouths, as it went some of the humps slowly began to deplete. After finishing the piece by filling the cracks they went to repeat. The human watching on simply filed it all away and moved to take a nap.

“Translator off.” As the softly tinkling tunes of the camels continued, he went to the void.