Onward to Adventure: Chapter 12

It was now sunset and the Baolab began to stir, it let go of Brinvok in order to stretch itself out, its four arms flailing to and fro.  Brinvok dared not to run away, he knew that the beast would surely catch him and would probably do unimaginable things to him if he ran, so he stood up and too stretched out his limbs.  The Baolab looked down at Binvok and exclaimed,

“We must move soon, they grow impatient.”  It leaned down closer to Brinvok, he could feel its hot breath on his face as it said “They are dying to meet you,” and with a slight pause he said “Or perhaps you’ll be the one dying when you meet them,”  the Baolab said  with such malice that Brinvok could feel it seep out of his mouth and into his nostrils.  

The creature carefully grabbed Brinvok with its smaller set of arms and carried him like an infant, it glared down at him and said mockingly, “How funny is it that someone who is known for slaying what he deems as ‘monsters’ but now, they are in my arms like a small child.”  B

Brinvok retorted, “What do you mean? You are monsters, you slaughter those who have done nothing to you.  You chased us back into the caves we emerged from all those millennia ago.”  The anger leaked from his mouth as he said this.  The monster set his eyes on Brinvok and snarled back in a voice that shook Brinvok down to the core, “Humans are no different then are they? They hunt not just our kind but their own, now that is something that we would never do, we were here when your kind crawled out of the filth and slowly drove us to the corners of the earth.  How dare you, who is held against his will and surely going to die tell me about how your filthy race has a sense of morales.”

Brinvok was speechless, he felt that this monster was insane, that it was thinking some dogma nonsense that these monsters were somehow in the right in all this.  

“That could not be right could it?” He thought as he gazed into the night sky.  The spiraling nebula in the sky seemed to put Brinvok in some sort of cosmic peace.  He knew that no matter what happened to him on this ‘adventure’ that the nebula would still spin and the sun would rise the next day.  He became drowsy watching it spin and eventually through sheer exhaustion, he fell asleep as the Baolab walked further and further to his unknown destination.