Progress slowed. Daichi slumped into Jiro, trying to maintain his balance as they limped along. His left foot barely touched the ground, yet even that much caused him to gasp. Those exhalations worried Jiro more than anything. His father had always silently borne any pains, a trait Noboru and Jiro had always tried to emulate. […]Read more "Hunted Part 5 – Camouflage"
Jiro stared at the Malsain talking over his unconscious father. The Malsain with light green scales pointed at Daichi, then gestured back in the general direction of the ship. Jiro scowled. If only he had his tradutor to translate. The Malsain kept eyeing and gesturing into the forest as they rapidly spoke. To Jiro’s fearful […]Read more "Hunted Part 4 – Lead the Troops"
Jiro half hobbled, half slid down the steep hill, sending showers of rocks sliding everywhere. His vision was hindered a little by the fog. “Dad!” Skidding to a stop against the boulder where he had left his father, Jiro frantically scoured the area. His father was nowhere to be seen! Had he been attacked? Crawled […]Read more "Hunted Part 3 – Hidden in the Forest"