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The REAL Story of Gmork & Atreyu from the Neverending Story

https://amzn.to/2QYIv4o (RECOMMENDED) this is one of my favorite books I recommend reading the book if you liked the movie! I did this all in one evening, yes there are errors, but it is what it is. Discover the TRUE last interaction Atreyu and Gmork had in the Neverending Story Book version. Find me at https://honorableseo.com , https://nihonscope.com & https://acmehemplabs.com These pages start at page 126 and end at 133 SCRIPT: Atreyu went out into the street again and wandered aimlessly about. He passed through neighborhoods where all the houses were small and so low that he could reach up to the eaves, and others lined with mansions many stories high, the fronts of which were adorned with statues. But all these statues were of skeletons or demons, which grimaced down at the forlorn wanderer. Then suddenly he stopped stock-still From not far away he heard a raucous wailing that sounded so plaintive, so hopeless that it cut him to the heart. All the despair, all the desolation of the creatures of darkness was in that lament, which echoed back from the walls of distant buildings, until in the end it sounded like the howling of a scattered wolf pack. Atreyu followed the sound, which gradually grew weaker and ended in a hoarse sob. He had to search for some time. He passed a gateway, entered a narrow, lightless court, passed through an arch, and finally came to a damp, grimy backyard. And there, chained, lay a gigantic, half-starved werewolf. Each rib stood out separately under it mangy fur, the vertebrae looked like the teeth of a saw, and its tongue dangled from its half-open mouth. Slowly Atreyu approached him. When the werewolf noticed him, it raised its great head with a jerk. A greenish light flared up in its eyes. For a time the two looked at each other without a word, with-out a sound. Finally the wolf let out a soft, dangerous-sounding growl: “go away, Let me die in peace.” Atreyu didn’t stir. Just as softly he answered: “I heard your call. That’s why I came.” The werewolf’s head sank back. “I didn’t call anyone,” he growled. “I was singing my own dirge.” “Who are you?” Atreyu asked, taking a step closer. “I am Gmork, the werewolf.” “Why are you lying here chained?” “They forgot me when they went away” “Who are they?” “The ones who chained me.” “Where did they go?” Gmork made no answer. He watched Atryu from under half-closed lids. After a long silence, he said; ” You don’t belong here, little stranger. Neither in this city, nor in this country. What have you come here for?”