"Oshworld´s adventure part three (Borg)"by;fJM

  For miles, all that could be heard was a sound. It was dim from far away, but if you were close, it was distinct and loud. It came out as a low roar which sent raka-birds (birds with heavy stomachs that caused flight to be almost impossible) up into the air, and then seconds later, ungracefully, back down. What this sound was, only few knew, and the very unperceptive Oshworld, who barley heard the quiet sound over that of the forest, was defiantly not one of those in knowledge.

‘Did any of you hear anything?’ asked Shrubpoo

‘Yes, I heard my whisper of, shut up Shrubpoo!’ Laughed Treeis loudly.

Oshworld, who didn’t really find it funny, but wanted to strengthen his bond with Treeis joined in hysterically. Maymay, watched them curiously.

As Treeis laughed and Oshworld rolled on the floor waving his flabby arms around, an unseen onlooker, who was traveling by through the forest, saw them. The onlooker shuddered, ‘monsters slay me if I ever end up with a bunch like that.’

Who this stranger was, and why he was mentioned, shall be got to.

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In good time.

After a while the laughter came to a close. Shrubpoo got huffy, raving wildly about how the joke wasn’t funny, and then walked off, saying they had to get on. Which was true. So far the group hadn’t covered much ground since setting off only a few hours earlier. They were still in the forest (the one where Oshworld had made his decision to take the adventure) and night was fast approaching. The group moved on, and traveled far.

When night fell, all four drifted off into an easy sleep, and then awoke early in the morning to set off.

‘Feeling fresh!’ exclaimed Oshworld.

‘Good of you to share that with us all.’ Said Maymay.

‘Oh,’ Said Oshworld, slightly taken aback, then, remembering that he should be as smooth as a smooth stone when it came to Maymay, ‘ It’s my pleasure. Say, want to date?’

Maymay smiled. ‘Do you know why I am here Oshworld?’

‘Nope.

...

 Why are you here?’

‘I’m a mage. I’m her to fight against the evil forces,’ She paused, ‘not to date.’ She winked, and walked off.

Oshworld blushed; that hadn’t gone the way he had hoped. ‘Oh well,’ he sighed, ‘I have this whole trip to make her see what she’s missing out on!’

Maymay, who had only been a few paces ahead of him, started to laugh. The day moved on, becoming early evening.

A mile away from Oshworld, Maymay, Shrubpoo and Treeis, a traveler heard a distinct roar, about a mile behind him. He cursed, dropped his heavy bag of belongings, and sprinted back the way he had come.

For Oshworld, the roar was a little too close for comfort, and when I say a little too close, I mean the roar was directly next to Oshworld’s right ear because the creature that it had come from was right next to Oshworld. He hadn"t noticed due to it being hidden from sight by a large bush, and the next thing Oshworld knew, the beast had torn through the vegetation, and was looking directly into his eyes. It was an ogre. Tall, broad, bald, terrifying, and bloody ugly.

Oshworld screamed, and raced off to find Shrubpoo. If anybody could fight this ogre, it would be him, the larger of the trees. As he ran for his life, Treeis emerged in front of him, looking confused. Then, taking one look at the pursuing ogre, cried ‘Oh balls" and ran for his life.

Treeis and Oshworld ran out of the denser wood, and into a clearing. Maymay and Shrubpoo were talking, but turned there heads in surprise. There wasn’t much time for thought. Shrubpoo, who saw the ogre directly behind the lagging Oshworld, charged.

The ogre, seeing the Shrubpoo in all his fury, took his attention off Oshworld, and got ready to fight. Things happened very quickly. Shrubpoo smashed into the ogre, but the ogre had braced himself. Shrubpoo, very much like Oshworld had done when he collided with Shrubpoo only a day beforehand, flew off to the side, unconscious.

‘What,’ gasped Oshworld turning around, whistle tripping over, just in time to witness the collision, '.....Well looks like your up Treeis.’

Treeis didn’t respond, he was to busy running. Maymay, realizing that the ogre had his sights back on Oshworld, started to form a spell. Just in time, a green spark of magic hit the ogre, making it hesitate. This enabled Oshworld to roll over, missing getting crushed by the ogres large foot. Oshworld tried to stand up, but his limbs were weak from running and all he could do was slowly crawl. This was no good, the ogre would kill him in a matter of seconds; there was no hope. Treeis was many meters away, now realizing his mistake and rushing back, but it wouldn’t be in time. Shurbpoo was unconscious, and would be in that state for the next ten minuets at the least. Maymay wasn’t skilled enough in magic to do much damage.

Oshworld felt large, sweaty hands grasp him, and with colossal strength lift him off the ground. He knew this was it, and let out a long scream, which died out, as the hands began to tighten, crushing him. Everything went black.