The Orinthian Knight: The Broodmother’s Awakening P4

Foreword: Here’s a tip for everyone looking to create a story on the Dododex. It takes usually 3-4 days for the Dododex guy to publish your work to, well, the public, so I recommend writing a story every one week if you want, but anyways here’s the story.

Dilo and Drydunes had been walking for what seemed like about an hour and a half now. Despite his years of training, Dilo was already starting to feel the blisters spread pain throughout his lower legs. *What is all this walking worth,* Dilo thought, *knowing the desert, we could be in SANDWORM territory for all I know.* Of course, nobody could forget the occasional Sandworm lurking through the dunes of Scorched Earth.

By the time they got to their destination, the sky had started to dim out, already a few shades darker than before. Dilo would have appreciated if the destination was at least a place with somewhere to SIT. Except their destination was a wooden outhouse. The outhouse was ragged old and the wood was so dry, it could break at any moment. Carved into the door was the outline of a circle with a star inside of it… and that was no normal symbol.

It was the symbol of the Death Corruptors.

“You.” Dilo had finally spoke in a more ragged voice than usual because of the dry winds. “You took me all this way for nothing,” Dilo had told Drydunes in a fury while staring at the broken-down outhouse. “Ah, sir, this is the spot, I must assure-“ “Go ahead, ASSURE ME, because this, this, USELESS building isn’t going to help me.” Dilo had responded in rage, cutting of the old geezer Thorny Dragon in the middle of his sentence, but despite this outburst, Drydunes had already skittered towards the rotten corpse of an outhouse. He opened the door (with no regard of the burning smell of feces and animal matter), flipped over the wooden toilet seat (with no regard of the scent of corpses so strong, Dilo swore that the inn 4 whole kilometers could smell it from here) and reached his left hand inside it… and the sound of a lever flipping could be heard.

Dilo watched in amazement as the whole outhouse turned into a mechanical elevator. The symbol on the door was gone… and was replaced with a yellow-marked glowing arrow pointing downwards. “Not everything is exactly what it seems like on the outside, you know. And don’t ever forget that.”

And they entered the outhouse-turned-elevator. They had to wait a minute before the elevator finally opened its doors, and, suddenly, Dilo wished he hadn’t come *back* here… a crowd of dinosaurs and humans alike surrounded a circular platform with elastic rope fencing to outline its edges, and in the middle of the platform were two malevolent creatures fighting for survival. A male chalicotherium was throwing heavy punches against an iguanadon that Dilo could tell came from The Center ark… and Dilo had dreaded coming to this spot.

Because this was not just any normal boxing ring… it was a graveyard for the dinos that fought to their death.

Part 5 coming soon.