Dark beginnings

However, we didn't really need to talk.As perfectly as two people could know each other.Speaking to break the silence was more of a formality."Did anything get killed?"She inquired.I gave a head shake.However, while I was hunting, I discovered some new tracks.As long as you feel better, I'll pick up the trail tomorrow.She didn't respond to say she would be fine, which surprised me a little, but I assumed it was because she was so tired.I can't even tell you what animal I saw today.A "kangur?"Shaking my head, ILarge, shy Kangurs had thick brown or black fur, were massive, and could walk on two or four feet."Then what was it?""Do you recall what Mom told us about Bambi?"Did you see Bambi?The rest of our walk was filled with questions about the deer and speculation about what else our mother had told us that might be true. Her eyes were filled with wonder.Did penguins exist?Did firearms ever exist?It took us a long time to return to camp;Evan did not appear to be getting better.I

Evan went on to say, "We were never like them."Because of Mom's lessons, we weren't even able to talk like them.After their deaths, we grew up even faster.Especially you.You felt responsible for both their and my deaths.She looked at me with compassion.Because there is nothing you can do, I did not tell you.Alex, I know you.I realize that no Alexer what I say you'll wind up assuming a sense of ownership with my demise, very much as you did when Mother and Father passed on.I simply desired for you to be spared some of the agony.It was significantly more clear now that Evan was major areas of strength for the.She was correct.That was clear enough from the nightmares I had.I already held myself responsible for the events.I couldn't help but think that none of this would have happened if Evan hadn't gone foraging so far from camp.She was also dying at this point.What I would dream about in a few days was all I could imagine.I shuddered in terrible anticipation of the concept."What exact

A young woman, not much older than I was, was leading the knights in a finely crafted white silk dress.She was tall, had raven hair, and her skin was pale.I knew she was in charge because of her long, confident strides.Despite the fact that she led my friend and his mother to unknown terrors, I resented myself for being swept up in her beauty.I looked around to see if any of the residents of the town would intervene.No responses were received.Everybody forged ahead with their exercises imagining that nothing was going on.They went so far as to avoid looking at the hotel where the woman and her nights were now congregating.They were insecure.Why then?What had transpired in my community?The knights immediately began pounding their metal-shod fists against their chest plates when the woman made a gesture.It was a warning.The group gathered in front of the inn, consisting of both adults and children.I heard knights' chests clanging like a death knell all over the town, and soon people