Edulcore returned to sit on the balcony sofa with his sword, still a bit shaken by Phil and Leslie´s entrance...
They could have at least the decency to warn him...you never knew when somone could be actually attacking, so simulating it was poor style, he thought. But he had to admit...the trick worked. They sure were scared there for a moment.
The new year had to be a year of changes...more discipline and focusing on the job at hand was needed. He stroked the sword, while drinking a glass of orange juice. The mere thought of alcohol, pah...Only mad men would drink when the enemy could be just outside, right this minu.... The pain in the head hit him like a sledgehammer and he fell over the table, alarming everyone near him...
"Eurostar...Antarctica...domination...help!!"
The words hammered into his head, and he thought he would cry out, but as fast as it came, it disappeared. Ameristar and Crasher ran out to help him get to his feet. And he looked at them with tears in his eyes...If it was from pain or anything else he didn´t say.
"Thank you, friends. I...will manage..thanks." Ameristar gave him a worried look; "Are you sure? You´re crying."
"What?...Oh...no, no..hehehe...it´s happiness my friends... alost souls is back. An old friend of ours that we thought was dead is back and alive. Naecken is alive!! He will surely see things my way!"
Crasher looked at Ameristar and signaled with her hands...*he seems to be playing with a half full orchestra*
"C´mon dear. Let´s get you inside and we can talk about it." Ameristar led him in to the kitchen and sat him on a chair. "Okay from the top...Who is this Naecken guy?" And he told them.
