Sert was out in the countryside searching for news. The trees around Sert were burned quite badly. And yet the grass underneath the trees was unharmed. "No sense." Sert used an odd phrase Sert heard others speak to describe the forest fire? The only reason Sert was out here was that the council of Vriksha thought it best someone investigate. Knowing Sert's name would come up Sert clanked out of the large council room without looking back.
Besides the smoke in the air the sky looked rather blue to Sert. What others would call normal. "No, Will not." Sert's Metal 'eyelids' slowly drew closed. Sert envisioned a lot of black. nothing. Then Sert felt like the black was an enemy like Sert was supposed to fight it. Enough, enough, enough.Sert's machine like form quivered from the effort of not striking out as Sert's 'mind' pictured Sert's metal fist through an imaginary face in the blackness.
Then a voice Sert knew not spoke, "-chosen warrior-""Why?"The voice explained its expectations to Sert and the fact that the thing spoke in Sert's Mind influenced Sert. "I go Edivid."
Sert left the mission without a second thought. Sert got back on the eight horse drawn wagon that Sert was given years back to help Sert get around more easily. The wagon took off as Sert sat down, the horses knowing that slacking off was not allowed as Sert held reins made out of metal chain.
As Sert arrived in Edivid Sert discovered it was a very tiny town. As Sert got further in the Town Sert noticed something near the 'bar.' Sert stopped the large horse drawn wagon in front of the Tavern and dismounted as he neared two 'things'. One had fallen and the other was holding "Bomb."
The one with the bomb was rather happy for some reason. And Sert didn't care if seeing Sert scared the thing Sert had to protect the fallen thing. Sert saw the happy thing place the bomb on the fallen thing. Sert reached towards the chest of the Fallen thing. "Must get."