It was twenty-two days since their betrayal and Wallace had already made three escape attempts. The Creek now called him “Takes-A-Beating” and admired his stubbornness, but didn’t stop beating him for trying. John Franklin, Torquay and Sidmouth pulled weeds and watched Wallace as he stumbled from chore to chore.
Sidmouth glanced to the southeast and noticed that the eerie upside-down blue pyramid-shaped cloud was a darker, angrier blue. “Wallace’s bruises are the same color as Nodoroc’s cloud,” he said.
“If it grows darker, they will make a sacrifice to Nodoroc,” John Franklin said. “One of us,” and looked at Wallace