Through all of the dark clouds, a bright sunlight had shown through, beaming down directly on Yoozepode. The arrow, that was sticking out of Yoozepode, seemed to glow with intensity. Then the arrow was lifted up, by some magical force, as it disintegrated.
Yoozepode's wound healed itself as it was bathed in sunlight. Yoozepode started to come back into real life. Yoozepode had an instinct that someone or something was watching him...and he was right.
Lord Doxis stood there, nearly a quarter of a mile away in his new village, and cursed to himself as the sunlight disapeared behind the dark clouds again.
Yoozepode crawled on all fours in the opposite direction of the storm until he found himself rolling down a hill, towards antoher small village on the plain.
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