Chronicles of the Wolf Book II: A Wolf in Sheep's clothing

Chapter 20

Saffar was massive. Very god damn massive. Not that I understood any of the mumbo jumbo that Umberto was spewing out when he was explaining that we had to go to something that was called the Just Right Zone, whatever the hell that meant. I did have to clarify some things.

The fact that I was able to simply walk around without too much strain on my body apparently meant that Kyzlbrahma was the same size as Saffar. Umberto explained that there was some sort of invisible force that planets naturally create that make people unable to simply float away from the planet.

“That sounds like you advance civilizations can’t explain everything,” I snorted when I thought of how ridiculous the notion was that these supposedly superior race to us Beghrest suggested an invisible force could do such a thing without having a way to test that this is true.

The dark side of the moon that Walker and I came into apparently was much colder than the light side of the planet. And Montezuma had saved us as if we had been out there any longer, we probably would have frozen. In the light side of the planet you couldn’t go in there without getting roasted to death. This Just Right Zone apparently was roughly about the same size as a normal planet.

“What the hell do you mean by a normal planet?” I asked.

“Well one that is smaller than this one,” Umberto said.

“You do realize I have no idea what you are talking about,” I said.

Umberto then explained more mumbo jumbo, about classes of planets and how there were some that…stuff I didn’t care about…and how they usually support life. To be honest most of this was above my head and I didn’t really care about it.

So, after pretending to pay attention for the past 10 minutes, Umberto closed his blabbering by saying.

“So, we need to get to that Just Right Zone,” Umberto said.

“You just spent the last ten minutes mumbling some nonsense just to say that?” I asked, and Umberto looked frustrated.

“I felt that I needed to explain since you are new to this planet,” Umberto said.

“Yeah, you don’t know me for long, crap like that I don’t care about it.” I said shrugging. Umberto looked shocked and looked at Walker.

“He’s right,” Walker shrugged.

“So you didn’t pay attention to anything I said?” Umberto said.

“Hell no,” I said simply.

“Fine,” Umberto said. “Why did you pay attention earlier?”

“Because that was related stuff I needed to know,” I shrugged.

“You’re joking?” Umberto said.

“I am pretty simple like that,” I said.

Umberto walked off suddenly frustrated.

“Do you do that on purpose?” Sammie asked.

“No,” I said.

“You sure are stubborn.” Sammie said.

That was some hours ago. We had to get to this place called South Ategera, this was the closest city just outside of the land of the Shades as Umberto and Walker called it. There was this thing called a transporter.

This apparently was something I had already experienced. That thing that can transport people from one place to another. It was something that I had experienced back on that place where I had met Lord Leonard.

There was one apparently that Umberto knew about that existed in the middle of the city. On the way there I told them about my experience on the ship and where I had disappeared to for about 26 minutes. Walker and Umberto had no idea who Lord Leonard was, nor did they know why he would be interested in me.

Once we got to this place that Umberto knew, Umberto just told us to stay still and a second later we were in a new place.

I collapsed a second after appearing feeling like I had been pulled out of my body by force, then thrown back at my body on the other side. I dizzily looked back and saw the other three looking perfectly normal.

“What the hell was wrong with that thing?” I asked.

“Huh?” They all said.

“You know what never mind.” I said.

I guess it might have been here where I had dropped those pills that Leslie had given me. I obviously didn’t realize it there at first. However, if it was anywhere this would be the place.

When I got my bearings back, Umberto looked around and started clearly scanning it with that damn implant he had.

“This way,” Umberto said.

I managed to get up and look around. We were just outside of the biggest lake…no ocean… I had ever seen. I laughed when I looked at this ocean. I realized that this was the first time I had been to an ocean, and that I remembered that the day I had gone to the Ocean back on Rho, I had ran into Walker and I started this journey.

“Did I ever tell you boy that the reason I ran into you was because I wanted to see an ocean?” I asked Walker, he nodded.

“Yeah you said that when we first met,” Walker said.

“Oh?” I said.

In all honesty I had totally forgotten that. It was when I started to think about everything that we had gone through so far. It was rough. I snorted when I made a mental joke of it being Saffar So good.

“What?” Walker asked.

“I just made this joke in my head about it being Saffar so good,” I snorted.

“That is a horrible joke,” Umberto said smacking his forehead. Walker and Tanya had started laughing hysterically. It suddenly dawned on me that suddenly this, what I was experiencing right now, it was like we were a pack.

A misfit pack who are setting out to stop a bunch of evil creatures who want to use these supposed mythical objects to terrorize the universe. I could not help but to wonder what it was, this thing that Lord Leonard talked about, this thing that Methuselah had left behind. I thought maybe I could find out from Marx Browne.

My father once told me about how you don’t judge a book by its covers. When I saw this Marx Browne Character I commented.

“So, is he supposed to be the son of this legendary Bear creature?” I asked.

Everyone turned to me as if wondering why I had said that. However, I stood by my statement. Marx Browne was dark skinned, he was much darker than any other Fakir I had met. Marx looked like he was much older than Umberto, the wrinkles on his face showed age. He was bald, he had that stupid hair on his chin that people called a beard. He was wearing this long black coat with this black body armor underneath it.

On the body armor were all these different types of knives. I kind of was reminded of those Beghrest soldiers who filed their claws and had all sorts of bells and whistles on their body and then in the end they were just that. I forgot what I used to call them. Bells and whistles but no one using them, I think I used to say.

“Who is this guy?” Marx asked.

I forgot to mention a second earlier he and Umberto had been talking about some mumbo jumbo or another. Something about how to pee towards the wind or something, in all honesty I had no idea.

“This is Hunter,” Umberto said looking at me like I had hit a new low.

“What, this guy is all bells and whistles, but no one uses them.” I said.

“The hell is he talking about?” Marx said he sounded like he was getting angry. “Does he not know who I am?”

“Yeah the son of some legendary guy named the Bear,” I said shrugging.

“And also, the goddamn leader of GABE!” Marx said pointing suddenly.

I looked behind me as if I was trying to figure out if he was pointing at something behind me and I didn’t see anything.

“That is a mannerism,” Walker said.

“Pointing randomly?” I asked, and Walker nodded. “You Fakirs and your weird mannerisms.”

“I ain’t no Fakir,” Marx said.

“He’s a Golordian,” Umberto said.

“Oh, no wonder you didn’t seem like a Fakir.” I nodded.

“Where the hell did you guys get him from?” Marx said.

“Listen we don’t have time to work around or p***y’s foot,” I said not really knowing why we will need a cat foot at this moment, but I had heard someone say something like this once back on Rho and thought it would get the point across. “Why did you pay Theresa to find us.”

“Oh, hell no!” Marx said getting up and angrily walking around. “Did she tell you I paid her to find you?”

“Yes, she did in fact,” Umberto said.

“God damn that (insert explicative here)!” Marx said.

“Do you deny it?” I asked.

“Listen here, Hunter,” Marx said pointing again. At what I was not sure. I wondered if something was behind me again. “What I god damn do, to find out about god damn things going on, is whatever the hell I god damn want.”

“So, you did pay her?” I said.

“So, what if I did,” Marx said putting his hands up.

“Well she tricked us for one,” I said.

“I didn’t even know she was looking for you necessarily.” Marx said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean I knew someone was out poking their noses about Norman Hunraken. There aint no way I knew it was you crew.” Marx suddenly pointed at himself as he said that.