Engel brought up the rear, slower than the others, but trying to keep up.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Raiden was standing at another end of the 'bungle jungle'. He stared at a silver pole before him that went straight down into the earth. He gulped. He was afraid of falling, but he wanted to slide down. Like those fireman in the movies. He leaned forward, gripped the pole before mustering up the courage and swinging his legs over to it and wrapping them around the pole.
His eyes were closed in fear. He could feel himself falling. The pull of gravity.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk went his hands down the pole as he slowly fell to the earth.
I'm cool as a cucumber Even if I'm in a pickle
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
James, with two people waiting behind him, launched himself down the slide again, landing down at the bottom just in time to see the little boy sliding down a pole. That looked cool too!! He ran over there to check it out.
Engel leaned against the side of the structure as he neared the slide, heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He felt lightheaded, unsteady, and inwardly cursed himself for his foolishness. He should've known better than this! Gunther died and even that hadn't been enough to knock sense into his skull? His frail body shuddered under the force of a rattling cough when his breathing became too labored and difficult to recover.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Hero came to an abrupt stop when he heard the rattling cough, turning to face Engel and tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. He wasn't sure what to say here - his books had never had a situation like this. So he just watched him, trying to come up with a good response for someone having a terrible coughing fit.
After several moments his coughing let up and he simply stood there, catching his breath. He grasped something in his left hand so tightly his knuckles were white and didn't seem to notice that Hero had noticed him, too absorbed in the physical discomfort and the swirl of emotions that it evoked.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Engel shook his head mutely, breath rattling. "Nein, not anymore," he said with a weak smile, trying to pretend like everything was alright despite the fact it obviously wasn't. "But they say that I won't be all better for a little bit, even though it went away."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I got better, I'm not sick," he explains with a slight shrug. "But they said that even though it went away it still hurt me."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Hero also frowned, not quite understanding what Engel was talking about. He wasn't really aware of it because his books had never mentioned to him, but gaining a sickness like that and having a cough follow it were things that gods typically never experienced - it was because of the strong magic running in their blood, and an immune system that had been carefully cultivated over years of harsh evolution.
He shrugged again. "I don't know, they said it might go away eventually."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He nods. "Yeah, I'll be okay, but...maybe I won't run."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
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