Thus so, Dizbob and Firesword strolled around Rapulum, discussing things as they went. At first, the conversation was on a serious topic, about the threat of the escapees in relation to Admiral Strato, and increasing attacks on the border. Then it steered off into more of a “so how’s life where you are?” direction, and both of them were happy to discuss some of the occurrences that happened since Dizbob had last seen Firesword (back in the days where Dizbob was a famed warrior who served in Quist’s legion). By the time they were finished, the sky was showing signs of approaching dusk. Firesword abruptly stopped, and placed his hand upon Dizbob’s shoulder.
“Of course, you know the real reason I came wasn’t to inform you of recent occurrences and to converse with you. Well, the truth is, I’ve been sent here for you.”
“By whom?”
“King Quist. We had hoped we would get to your before anybody else did. Unfortunately we didn’t, but luck had still shone on us. Our military is short. We have most our force dealing with the attacks on the border. Of course, if you haven’t noticed the flaw in this already, that doesn’t stop the real problem. We need to find out where the attacks are coming from. For that, King Quist has assembled a special team, and he had hoped you would be part of that team.”
Dizbob looked at Firesword, then turned his attention towards a nearby rock on the ground. “I don’t know, I’d have to think about this...”
“Well, can’t say you’ve got forever. Attacks are getting nearer and nearer. Of course, you have heard of several towns being evacuated?”
“I thought that was only a rumor…”
“Sadly, it’s reality. You know John Farlington right? He sometimes visits this town on certain businesses and such.”
“Yes, I know him well enough. Why?”
“He’s been speared through the head earlier today. An attack broke through the border and several people in nearby towns have been slaughtered. He was traveling through the area at that time and happened to be unlucky.”
“Oh….” Firesword could hint sadness in Dizbob’s voice.
“Give me until tomorrow…” Dizbob asked.

Dizbob awoke the next morning by a loud noise, and peered outside his window. He got out of his house, and saw a large truck nearby, and approached it. He could tell by the markings on its sides that it was a moving truck. Nearby, he saw Elysia and Ted Thurston, Timmy’s parents. They seemed unaware of his presence, and he stood there and stared. As they went inside, accompanied by two well-built rabbits (the movers, probably), Timmy came out. He stood and looked around, until he noticed Dizbob and ran up to him.
“Hullo Dizbob! I would say good morning, but this one is not really one!”
“What’s with all the moving and stuff? You going somewhere kiddo?”
“Yeah. Daddy says it’s not safe to live here anymore, so we’s moving to somewhere east!”
“East eh? Did he tell you what town?”
“No…and I don’t think we are going to come back, Dizbob!”
“Oh…that means you probably won’t see me again kiddo.”
“No! Don’t say that! I’ll try to come back some day! I promise!”
This was an awkward moment of silence. Dizbob didn’t have any kids, so he hadn’t experience of what to say to them at this point. Luckily, Timmy had spoken something else.
“Lotsa other people are moving too, Dizbob! My daddy’s uncle who lives nearby, and my mommy’s brother who also lives somewhere nearby and that nice lady who works in the bar here!”
Dalspots.
“I hope you would move with us, Dizbob.”
“I’d want to, but I can’t. I have to go somewhere.”
“Oh…where are you going?”
“Somewhere far away.”
“Like an adventure?” Timmy smiled.
“Yeah. An adventure.”
Timmy’s parents had walked out of the house, with the movers carrying out the last pieces of furniture.
“Your parents must have spent quite a bit of money to get such strong movers like that.”
“Oh…momma says those people aren’t movers.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah…she say’s they’s bodyguards or something!” Apparently, Timmy did not know the meaning of that word, so he looked down and shuffled his feet. His mom had just called out to him. They were ready to leave.
“Well, momma is calling me. I have to go Dizbob, I hope we will meet up again! I will remember you! Goodbye!” Timmy had run off towards the truck.
Dizbob had knelt down and stared at Timmy running, and had a sudden recollection of all the years he had known him. He stood up, and turned to walk back. He saw Firesword standing a distance behind him, slouching against fence, glancing at him. He walked towards Firesword, and took one last look at Timmy, waving to him before he got into the truck.
He never saw Timmy again.

“Made up your mind?” Firesword asked Dizbob as he approached. It was a particularly sunny morning, and Firesword had been wearing shades, although Dizbob doubted it was for that reason.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Glad to have you with us.”
“I know.”
“It’s going to take us some hours to get there.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. We’re going stealth. No cars.”
“Why? We’re going to be losing time this way.”
“Can’t risk driving through open daylight.”
“But we can risk going right through dangerous grounds on foot?”
“We’re going to walk a fourth of the way, from there recruits will meet up with us and we’ll take a more secret way.”
“Alright. Whatever you say, let’s go.”
“Not yet.”
“Huh?”
“We don’t leave until night sets in.”
“That’s in a while...”
“I know. Got any good food in your house? I don’t believe I’ve seen your new home here in Rapulum.”
“Alright, I’ll show you around. Judging from what you told me, it would probably be the last I see of it.”
“Probably. How long have you lived in it?”
“Long enough to remember.”
That afternoon, Firesword and Dizbob ate, and ate some more. Dizbob talked about things a lot, and showed Firesword around. He introduced to him 4I Falcon, who had probably saved his life during that scene in the bar. Firesword seemed particularly interested in him. Dizbob wanted to introduce Firesword to Dalspots too, but she had parted early, according to Timmy. They sat in the bar, and talked, and passed time. 4I Falcon had his share of stories to tell, and many of them were quite interesting. Sadly, recently due to financial problems relating from the carrot shortage, he, like many others who depended on selling carrot products in the north and west, had became bankrupt and was forced to sell his home. He had used the bar as his new home for the past several days, with the permission of Dalspots, but now that she had gone, he didn’t know what to do. He had continued on to tell his stories, and Dizbob had gotten lost in thought several times and had missed some details, but Firesword seemed to be listening closely and nodding on as he continued.
“Hold on, I’ve gotta take a leak, be right back.” 4I Falcon ran off towards the bathroom through a door at the far end of the bar.
“Well, after 3 drinks of that stuff,” Dizbob glanced towards the bottle of pure white, but strong alcohol, “It was only a matter of time.”
Firesword leaned closer towards him. “Listen, I think we should take him along.”
Dizbob seemed intrigued. “Oh?”
“From what he says, he’s got past experience in these kind of things, he did manage to save your life, and as of now he has no home and no possessions here.”
“Alright, I’ve no objections I guess.”
“Great, we’ll tell him when he gets back.” Firesword smiled and sat back down on his chair and an upright posture.


-Rather short, but fairly eventful chapter. Written rather quickly in about an hour or a bit more during 4:30 - 5:30 am because of newly found inspiration =D.