FICTION
LIFE BEYOND DEATH
Some say I was lucky -- to survive was a miracle.
But that luck came with a heavy price.
O
rvel moves quietly behind the bushes, stepping
“I swear. Somebody sent me,” said a quivering voice.
carefully to avoid being heard. The night is warm
and pleasant; the air, pungent with the smell of
lush wildlife. The moonlight washes over the jungle with
Orvel becomes still and listens. He had found his mark,
and it was just as he had hoped.
a soft, white glow, casting deep pockets of light through
the thick branches. It is a surreal scene, as if it was hand-
“I can take you to him. Please, don’t hurt me!”
crafted by the gods themselves.
Orvel remains crouched and still, slowing his breathing
His life-scanner was useless here; there was just too
much of it. He had put it away, resorting to the old-fashioned
to minimize his presence. He hears the sound of female
laughter. Then abrupt silence.
methods he had learned in his youth. Back home, hunting
had been his specialty. But, that was a long time ago, and
A scream.
this was far from Grismara.
~~~~~
He watches the thick grass carefully for signs of
disturbance, all of his senses alert at peak capacity. His
Orvel approaches slowly, visually scanning the
surgically enhanced nasal senses pick up the distinctive,
surrounding trees and bushes for the source of the
unwashed smell of his prey.
mysterious laughter. A man lies on the ground in tattered
24 // WildStar Community Magazine
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