CRASH!!
FLUSH!!
BOOM!!!
A seemingly endless, heavy torrent of rain would fall.
Morden, drenched and cold, looked down at the grave he dug.
“Tucker…” He said, his eyes began to water. The thunderous strikes and the aggressive rainfall drowned out his sobbing to almost a mute, his hands on his face, Morden cried for a long time, eventually collecting himself, and remaining dead still.
Morden’s eyes grew darker as he looked down at the dug out mound of soil, slowly turning into mud as decently large droplets of water trickle into the pile. His thoughts began to spiral, replaying the traumatic events that occurred before all of this happened, the good friends he lost, friends like tucker.
But then he heard the sand shifting around on shore.
And Morden was reminded of the friend he didn’t lose.
The friend who lived.
The Person laying on the shore slowly got up, as they did, lightning struck in the background. They almost looked like a zombie at a distance, slowly trudging their way towards Morden, holding their head using one of their hands. Morden awaited them eagerly, as if he had never seen this person in years.
The figure stood a few meters away from morden.
And began to talk.
“…”
“wh-…”
“…”
“where…”
“WHERE TE FOOK AM I? MA HEID’S LOUPIN’ BOLLOCKS! AND WHO EVEN IS YE? YA LOOK SADDER THAN A FAILED POTATO HARVEST! IF YE WANT SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT I’LL GIVE YE A PROPA BEATI-”
Morden stared at the figure, his excited disposition and the color on his face drained faster than the lightning bolts that crashed into the waves beyond the island, he couldn’t believe this.
“You don’t… remember anything?”
“WHAT DA FOCK ARE YE MOOMBLIN’ ABOUT?! LAST TIME AYE CHECKED, THERE WASNT’ ANYTHIN’ TO REMEMBA!”
“…”
A similar wave of dread that morden felt as he mourned over tucker flooded over him once more. Morden stood still for a few moments. One of his friends was dead, and the other was stricken with amnesia. It felt like a mockery, a joke, some kind of sick, twisted joke.
“OI BASTARD YE GOING A BIT SILENT YE? YA MIND TELLIN’ ME WHERE IN FOCKS NAME I AM?”
Morden calmed himself, and decided to re-inform his friend about the incidents that occured to the 2 of them before they arrived.
“We escaped, the 3 of us, from horrible people doing awful things to us, you are my friend, just like Tucker was, who you see in front of you as nothing more than a dirt mount and a cross made of sticks, In case you don’t remember, My name is Morden, and your name is Maddox.”
“MADDOX EH? 'AS AN OLD WURLD CHARM TO IT”
Morden looked around as the rain continued to drench the 2 of them.
“Anyways, now that you’ve been… briefed… I think you should start taking a trip to those large rocks over there, I think they’re called the stepstones if I remember things correctly. You can use the rowboat I gave you.”
Maddox swiveled his head to the 2 rowboats sitting on the shore of the beach.
“THOSE SHOOGLY BITS OF RUBBISH? YE TRYING TO KILL ME? ALRIGHT “MOERDUN”, I’LL PLAY YE GAMES, OFF AI GO TO 'EDWAEK!”
Maddox ran to the boats parked on the shore. He was shocked to find that no matter how hard he moved them, they didn’t budge.
“WHAT KIND OF FOCKIN’ JOKE IS THIS EH?”
Morden intervened.
“Oh, those have been there since we got here, you should have one that I gave you personally.”
Maddox jumped a little to find that a fresh looking rowboat had materialized in the water.
“THIS IS MORE LIKE IT! EVEN THO’ IT DID GIVE ME A GOOD SCARIN’ WELL OF I GO NOW, CYA YE PEELY WALLY BAMPOT! GRUAHAHAHA!”
“It’s Morden by the way! In case you forgot agai… oh and he’s already gone wow okay.”
Maddox rowed and rowed, his boat that mysteriously appeared before him conquered the waves as he paddled. He felt confident, brave, and ready to take on whatever was next at the location Morden recommended Maddox to visit. Sure he had no idea what was happening, or why red blood-like gas was coming out of him whenever he thought about it, but alas, Maddox was grinning with enthusiasm, boasting a smile so broad it would make white eyes jealous.
Until he got tired from all the rowing and had to take a break.
“BLOODY 'ELL! AM PURE DONE IN ALREADY!”
