CHAPTER 11 – The Path to Liwa
“Get it away from me,” screamed Streak. “Get it off!”
Ziro’s blood froze as he jolted awake in a hurry. His sleep had been light, plagued with nightmares of a one-footed owl and a red-eyed shadow chasing him through the woods. He shook his head and sat up, half expecting to come face to face with some kind of horrendous creature invading their camp. Instead, under morning’s first light, he saw Streak, running around the smouldering campfire being pestered by a furry white moth, with bright orange eyes. The fluttering creature kept following him around as he scurried about, colliding into his head.
“Get a grip, kid,” said Magenta as she woke to the chaos. “It’s only a moth.”
“Yeah, but it’s bugging me,” Streak complained. “Make it stop! I hate moths.”
“Really? I think she kinda likes you,” Ziro chuckled.
“Demo, help…please!” Streak begged, realizing Magenta and Ziro were enjoying his predicament far too much.
“No can do, buddy,” Demo said. “Who am I to get in the way of love? You’ll have to figure this out on your own.”
“Not funny, guys,” Streak frowned and swung his paw spasticly overhead, shewing the critter away temporarily.