Dododex

ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

The Killer Dodo: Redemption of The ARKs: pt 3: Final Battles (Narrators: Jonathin Marus, Teresa Narcos, Xade Hallaster)

Chapter I: Fall of Bok (Jonathin Marus)

I walked through the mess that was once my tribe, I wanted to kill the accursed dodo, I swung my hatchet at the walls of my old cabin, I needed to salvage what little wood there was. I saw a dodo, but it wasn’t the hellish demon, then Bok did show up. ‘Well, speak of the devil, literally.’ I said. I heard the dodo’s waddle. And swung with all my might. One of the dodo’s wings had been cut off. I swung again, chopping the next wing. Then, grabbing the pistol that hung at my belt, shot the devil-chicken six times in the head. It moved no more as I ripped off it’s head. Killing the Devil, at last.

Chapter II

The Last Battle of Nightmare (Teresa Narcos)

I held my old longneck rifle in my hands, looking for the accursed Argent that had killed my brothers. I saw it. A red and black flash in the bright mountain sky. I quickly rolled under the ruins of my father’s old shed. Dad, I thought. Who cares, he’s dead anyway? My mind said. I knew that was the Argent of Demons, trying to make me fear. I heard the demon swoop down from above, and, throwing my hatchet, hit the beast right in the face, cutting the beak clean off. Then, rolling back out, I grabbed my hatchet that had been lodged into the beak. As I brought it back out, I grabbed the flint and steel that hung at my belt, lit a fire onto my hatchet. And threw. It slashed through the Argents legs as he began to fly. Then, with my rifle, I shot it to the ground, and tossed my hatchet back onto the beast’s face. I heard it’s shrieks of pain as I left. But I didn’t care. I had avenged my family and all tribes that the Devil Hawk had killed.

Chapter III: Jigsclaw’s Fallen Order (Xade Hallaster)

Time to kill a pela. And specifically, the one that had killed my father. That demonic, red and black nightmare of a seagull. I struck around, my compound bow’s arrows flew. I gently patted my father’s hatchet, a remnant from better days than this. Five years ago, to be exact. I saw the Hell Gull, and shot a single, clean arrow, right through it’s neck. I heard it’s scream from nearly two kilometers away. It swooped at me, cutting, slashing, and biting at me. I cut it’s head with my hatchet, but it dodged, then, swinging it again. I slit it’s throat, clean down the middle. I grabbed it’s head, and as it looked at me, I tore it clean off.

Next book in Dodo, it’s time to go back home. To the beginning.