Cut stuff as I flesh out and edit my Simoun story that popped up like a tumor. But a benevolent tumor.
Actual story:
Found here. 1.
“Why did you bring me here?” Vyuraf asked presently, “Why not to the other side of the woods?”
“Too far,” Floef replied. “Also, my army would’ve been waiting on the other side. We’ve got camps set up around the entire perimeter of the forest.”
“Huh, ok,” Vyuraf said, “Well, I guess our best option is to wait here then, and hope they don’t find us. There’s no sun out there, and we walked along in the grass for most of the time, so maybe they won’t notice at all.”
2.
“Well, we can’t stay here,” Vyuraf said, “the trail of blood is too obvious. Which means we can’t get back out and head elsewhere either, because they’ll still find us. So we’ll have to take the boat somewhere.”
“It’s all dead mountains out there,” Floef said, “It would be fine if we could get beyond them, but…” he looked pointedly at Vyuraf’s dangling arm.
“Well, alright,” Vyuraf said. “Can we wait for the nighttime and go somewhere?” Vyuraf asked.
“We could,” Floef said, “But I don’t know where we’d go. The only part surrounding the lake that isn’t mountains is that little peninsula where my house is - I mean used to be.”
“Well, alright,” Vyuraf conceded. They lapsed into silence, interrupted only by the occasional cough from Vyuraf.
“Why did you save me?” Vyuraf asked presently, “Why didn’t you just leave me there?.Even if your army has stopped looking for you, you knew my army would still come searching for me.”