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Athagon's Story part 11

*--3 Hours later--*
"I think we should stop, don't you? After all, we have to stop. Otherwise, the time will just fly by. Can't have that, no no" *The rat stopped dead, forcing Athagon to make a rather undignified screeching stop. Oddly enough in the past 3 hours, they had only been able to travel a few feet at most. Just another reason not to like this place. Athagon looks over at the rat (which appears to be going about the rather gruesome task of ripping the legs off of a green tinted wriggling centipede), and sighs. Then, rather abruptly, it was night. Athagon blinked. The rat continued on. The sun hadn't set, in the blink of an eye it had simply gone out. The rat tossed aside the now still carcass of the centipede, and sighed* "Time to go to bed, huh? This'll last for a while." *He then started to go about the task of creating a bed in the center of the road, by piling sticks and rocks in a pile and then jumping on top of them* "Come on, come on. Gotta go, gotta go. Time flies, time flies. We flee, we flee. All goes well, we go to HELL!" *He cackled at his own joke, then stopped. A few seconds later, Athagon heard sounds of snoring* Well, I suppose I might as well make the best of this *he said to himself, remarking on the odd situation*. Let's go see if we can find a place to sleep... *A few minutes later, Athagon was (un)happily snoring away, buried in some rushes in the field next to the road...*
--MIDNIGHT--
"SHUT UP. DON'T SAY A THING. TIME WILL PASS, AND YOU'LL DIE. NO TIME, NO TIME."
*Athagon awoke, finding the rat crouching over him. He started to get up, but then realized that the rat had his fangs pressed into his neck* "Don't move or you die. Time will fly, and you will die. Now we've got to take you to the KING." *He grinned evilly, a small trickle of drool winding its way down his fangs and onto Athagon. Then, suddenly, his stood up, grinned one more time, and smashed a boulder down onto Athagon's head. Stars seemed to explode, and night approached...*