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Date Posted: 20:44:56 02/01/02 Fri
Author: Corum & Yorik
Subject: Adapting a newer friend
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "Just ask me, cause I know!" on 23:29:19 01/31/02 Thu

Corum was a bit saddened at Barry’s words, and quickly realized that the skull was right. Yorik didn’t need the decorations or anything like that. But the problem remained that Corum hadn’t thought about that aspect. But then again, Corum usually didn’t bother to think, and that was the reason everyone thought he was an idiot.

He didn’t need to actually hear it, he could tell. Sure, he and Marz did some crazy things but they enjoyed doing them. If it weren’t for those diversions, the two of them would be simply bored out of their minds. He didn’t think of himself any less, or any better than anyone else in the group. He managed to fight along with the rest of the adventurers, and usually did his share of fighting. He never said he was the greatest, he just simply went along and did the best he could.

He looked at Barry for a moment, before responding. “You’re right Barry,” the youth stated, “and I’m sorry. Yorik is Yorik, and will always be Yorik, and I guess you’ll always be who you are, regardless whether you have a body or not. I still think you’re a pretty decent person, even if you’re only a skull.”

He reflected on the time he had first met the skull, and how he had been drawn to Barry. He didn’t then, and still didn’t now, truly understand why the skull had to stay by him, but whatever Barry chose, Corum would try to be a better friend with the….with him.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

Corum thought about Yorik, and how it seemed that he was gifted, or so he thought, to actually hear the skull speak to him, although there were times when he couldn’t understand Yorik’s terminology. But Yorik was his closest friend, while Marz was his best friend. He had trouble associating with other kids, but not that was in the past, and he didn’t look back on it anymore. He was in the present, and decided that his life really had started when he had met Marz.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

He had grown since he had left his village, and since that time it had always been him, and his trusty companion Yorik. Yorik, his mentor’s name that he bestowed upon the skull given to him as a gift from his now deceased mentor. Yorik, who made him wonder, think, go crazy, shake his head, all of the above, his companion at arm.

“You’re right Barry,” Corum stated coming out of his reverie. “You have to be who, and what you are, and that’s fine by me. And you were right; it was a stupid thing to do to Yorik. But now I’ve got two skulls as friends, and I think that that is very, very cool. Plus I’ve got two animal friends that I never thought I’d have. Good ole Brat, and Eyes.”

The monkey still was perched on Yorik, while Eyes remained on Corum’s shoulders. The only time they were missing was whenever a battle ensued, or whenever they were hungry. But always, they returned to Corum. The youth never could understand why, but he was happy with their company as well.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun.

“I think it’s time we became a team,” Corum stated to Barry. “I mean look around, it seems everyone else has teamed up with someone, so why not? I mean, if you wanna cut out or something, don’t let me stop you, especially if you wanna get some action, if you know what I mean.” Corum laughed as he imagined Barry being cradled in the arms of some of the centaur women, especially those that were quite exposed.

“Anyway,” he finished. “What do you say man? Peace, and brotherhood, and all that stuff?” He wasn’t sure what the words meant, but they sounded pretty good. It was a start. Maybe someday he’d change too. He doubted it, but maybe, just someday, maybe.

So you ride yourselves over the fields, and you make all your animal deals, and your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick……….as a brick.

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