The sound of the drums grew louder and louder. x knew he had made it. He had escaped sure death at the hands of his rival and he had lived to fight another day. "The pain will now come to an end" he thought. " The villagers will find me and nurse me back to health…" little did he know that death at the hands of xx and his posse would have been a better option than what he was about to face. If he had known, he would have ran the opposite direction and begged xx for a quick death but instead, he walked towards the village with the sound of drums; one wobbly foot after another, finding strength from the depth of his being. Suddenly, he saw a light flickering from beyond the trees. Yes! Yes!! Walking as fast as his weary legs could carry him. He reached the clearing then suddenly, the drumming stopped and masked heads turned to face him. He attempted to wave and smile but felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a big thud.
The heat was deadly, the bugs were unforgiving. If only he had the strength to swat those bloodsucking devils! He was so weak…all he could do was lie still while they sucked him dry and left him even weaker. "How long has it been?" "Three days?" He was not really sure since all he remembered was drifting in and out of consciousness. Only staying awake long enough to be fed by a woman. A very mysterious face with large brown eyes that made him feel a chill down his spine despite the scorching heat…
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