FICTION
His other hand releases his grip on the parchment as if it
had lost all of its value.
Orvel notices something, and pulls on a thin strand
stuck to the man’s sticky torso - a strand of long, black
hair. He pulls out a tube filled with clear, viscous fluid. “Tell
“No,” Orvel replies quickly as he recovers the map.
“It must be true.” He stops for a moment and looks up
me. Which way did she go?” he asks, carefully lowering
the hair into the tube.
into the dense canopy of enormous leaves and impossibly
thick branches.
The
human
coughs
violently
as
he
regains
consciousness. His eyes wander back to Orvel’s face. The
“Just look around you, human. Have you seen anything
man grips Orvel’s forearm weakly. “The people… they will
like it in the entire galaxy?” His eyes light up with wonder
not let you get away with this. Do you think you will stay
at the thought of being one of the few living sentients to
free forever?”
witness such a sight. “Something must sustain it. Perhaps
it can even give you a second chance.” He looks back down
A sudden expression of rage flashes across Orvel’s face
to the human, whose eyes have started to glaze over.
as he grabs the human by the collar, pulling him close.
“Perhaps. If you last long enough.”
“I am already bound, scavenger! Do you not see?” Orvel
growls intensely and forces the man’s face near his own
26 // WildStar Community Magazine
The GameOn Magazine