(Part I , Part III)
Club marched along with the rest of the scouting troop, toward the cloud of particles on the horizon, or what they called the horizon, given that the Wordspace was as flat as a potato that had just been run over by several steamrollers followed by a frog on a bicycle. The group had bonded fairly easily, although the sedate words were still getting used to the return of War and her fellow ex-prisoners. Club, being of a protective temperament, fell somewhere in the middle of them all. He had emerged from the Well of Vocabulary some time after the exile of the Destructives, and had never seen aspects like those of War, Defence, Survival and the others. Regulation was having a nervous breakdown somewhere, he was sure.
They continued to walk onward, and onward and onward. Suddenly, Zephyr twisted down and exchanged news with War and Peace, the expedition's co-leaders. In a sudden and coincidental moment, a cry cam from behind him: "Club!" The stalwart defender turned around and saw Cloud bearing down with Mystery in tow.
"Mystery?" The coincidence had jarred his stability for a moment. "Boss?"
"Go tell War that the invader is at the Zone. Those are survivors ahead of you! I'm going back to organise!" Cloud zoomed off, and Club regathered himself. To his surprise, War had already begun to turn the troop around and sent Zephyr on to the dustcloud ahead of them. She looked displeased beyond measure, all scrunched up in anger, but the troop turned around anyway. War sought him out, however, with a different mission in mind.
"Zephyr spotted that the disturbance ahead is caused by more survivors. He has gone back now to confer, and will be back to guide you over there at any moment. Please, go, and explain the present circumstances. You've lived through them, and will be able to answer many more questions than I would. Please, go."
Suspicions fired through Club's mind, but nothing was clearly wrong. "Are they to continue on their way or join us at the Zone?" He asked deliberately.
"To the Zone, or the Well of Vocabulary, should they be in a very bad state." Zephyr was returning once again, and War turned back to her troop, after a few last instructions. "I'll send your friend on, after you. Good luck!" With that, the group moved out, and Club stood by himself, under the nervous form of Zephyr. They had never talked before, to any great extent.
"They're over this way. Come on, come on!" Zephyr was ever flighty when agitated. Club began to walk faster over the foundation of random punctuation, dodging the occasional prefix bushes or suffix roots that threatened to trip. Slowly, the group of survivors came into clearer view, and he abruptly stopped.
He didn't recognise a single word in this new group, and was stunned.
There shall be more...
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