Tor regained his conciousness. Everything was pitch black, but he didn't panic. Faced with similar situations daily made him reactively surpress his emotions as his mind searched for the solution. A resemblence of a smile formed on his lips as the answer revealed itself. Tor had yet to open his eyes!
After 5 minutes passed Tor succesfully regained vision. He was currently lying down on his back staring at the sky. He sat up and recollected his thoughts of the preceding events, leading to his blackout. He had been running through the forest while thinking about home when suddenly a tree had appeared infront of his face. His memory stopped there, leaving no information on how he got knocked out.
'Maybe thieves were lying in wait for me?' The thought made Tor worried. He quickly checked his belongings.
„Hat? Here. Bag? Here. Food? Here. Slingshot? Here. JJ? Here. Unremarkably looking mysterious highly valuable end of story mattering peeble given by powerful yet weird unknown legend title holding now deceasd grandfather? Here.
It was one of his most important treasures, which he closely guarded. Tor still didn't know of its uses and it didn't look special at all. Except when he rubbed it, it became sturdier and grew in size.
„Oy! Done y\'se\'f in pretty bad eh?“ A voice from above interrupted his train of thoughts and pulled him back to reality.
Tor quickly jumped up--
*Bang*
--and lost conciousness again.
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„...Hey ya with me? Kiddo? Child? Can ya hear me?“ The voice from above got no answer in return. Tor was out cold.
A person descended from the tree, or rather climbed down slowly and clumsily. „Fuck I already invested 4 hours into this shit!“
Suddenly, a cat jumped out from a nearby bush.
*Bam* The cat fell on its back and remained motionless.
„Not now you old geezer! Wait for the signal!“ The man wasn't surprised, rather angry instead. „And how many fucking pills did you give the cat? Only one is enough to make it rowdy?“ He turned and talked towards the bush.
„..1“ A voice answered from the bush. The man still stood there unmoving, his gaze focused at the bush.
After a while--„...0“--the voice sounded again.
„10? You crazy? That would kill a horse, a lion or what not. You wasted half of our supply already for nothing. Go get another one before he comes to and this time give it only 1 pill.“
He looked a bit at Tor and then grabbed him by the arms and pulled his body a bit away from the tree before climbing back up. „Fucking stupid geezer, makes me mad every time, have to calm down.“ He took a out a bottle of pills and swallowed 2. „Only 18 left? There used to be a 100 of these, no wonder the geezer sleeps like a baby all the time.“ Next he hid himself away behind the tree and waited for the youngster to wake up again.
„...0“ The bush spoke one last time.