Chapter CCXXVIII: Black Sheep ~Fulsta

Atop a rock sat a rather odd person. He was not odd in the fact that he was sitting in the middle of nowhere on top of a rather oddly shaped rock, nor was it odd that he was dressed in all bandages with an overlapping long black cloak. No, none of that was strange.

The thing that was odd was that the fact that he Fulsta Savat had no clue why he was there. He remembered being on the road, in a forest, he remembered finding a town, he remembered walking in there and then he remembered sitting here wondering why he was here in the first place.

He then began to wonder when lunch time would occur, and but seeing as he had no visible time piece, time was an illusion thus lunch time was doubly so (if you can't grasp this then I'll explain it later it's rather odd). It could occur at any time he wished.

"I really should find something to eat," he whispered to himself (this was not odd either).

He looked around. For miles and miles all that could be seen was flat grasslands.

He sighed, "Someone really must hate me."

He lay back down flat on his back, wisps of white hair falling all over the place.

In a flash, a pain shot through his body and he convulsed, foaming at the mouth slightly. Visions of screaming women, yelling men and crying children flooded his mind. Fire, death, and pain was in the air, and then a shadowed walking terror.

When he came to he had fallen off the rock and landed on something…something soft…and it was moving. He jumped up in fright and looked at it. Lying there was a black sheep, a ram to be exact as it had horns.

"Well, that's odd," he thought out loud again, "it must have wandered here while I was having visions."

He examined it a little more and noted that he had fallen and broken all four of the creature’s legs, not to mention it had broken his fall. The sheer improbability that an animal would be found this far out was very high, and the improbability he would land on it was even higher, and then to break its legs was sheerly mind boggling. This had to be a sum of infinate improbability.

"Hell, beggars can't be choosers," he said, ignoring all logic, and proceeded with the killing and gutting of the animal.

He cut off the horns and stuck them somewhere in a place no one but him would find on his own person. By the time the meat had finished and the fire was coming to a nice glow a figure walked over the horizon.

"Looks like it will be dinner for two," he sighed throwing more meat on the fire. "Maybe he knows where I am."

What Fulsta did not know was that this figure was not from around here, and he could tell Fulsta as much about where he was as what the chances that a man would fall off a rock nearly killing an animal and saving himself was. Multehx was in for a very interesting night indeed. As if his day hadn't been so already.