Ran

Tom saw the dark energy congregating to a mass of a sinister yet alluring embodiment

amidst the wrenching man chattering until with a wave of his hand the mass of energy

turned tail and flew away, obviously sent on an errand.

Immediately he left the confines of the shack running in front of Horemarkhet, he let out a

strong and long breath, savoring the feel of fresh air on his face again and escaping the gut

wrenching aura of the old man's shack.

Excusing himself for a while, he ran out to the edge of the cliff and gave out a loud retch

when he saw something flitting by the corner of his eyes, and a loud wail from a shack

nearby on the other mountain range as the wind serves as a better sound carrier than the

electronic microphone.Waking up, he saw himself lying on a rafter craftily woven with bamboo deftly held in place by some

other tree barks. He rubbed his eyes furiously as he awoke