“We have to get him to the bend in the river.” Talia told Kaya.“Can he travel?”“He will have to, we need to settle before the winter and Bram needs to heal, the best thing for all of us is to get to the bend.”Kaya knew Talia was right, she felt the urge to settle for winter the same as Talia did, Bram was a concern and she had no idea if he would make it. He remained unconscious fighting for his life.“I feel it to,” said Kaya, “we should go this morning, will you let everyone know that we are leaving?”“Of course.”“I’ll stay with Bram until you get back, then I’ll harness old Percy and we can get going before noon.”When Talia left Bram’s tent, Kaya looked at her friend, the burly man was lying on a buffalo skin blanket, sleeping fitfully. She watched his breathing, it was still labored and shallow, Talia said the venom attacked the victims muscles, making it hard to move or breathe. Kaya didn’t want to remember Bram as he was now, she wanted to remember him like he was in Ondu,
“Thank you mother.” Said Talia.“Thank you as well,” Kaya’s eye’s pleaded for something, some miracle to save her friend. “Leave him here with me,” Sooleeaway said, she held an open palm towards Bram, “Talia will stay and help with his care. Let me look at you child.” But the healer paused before inspecting Kaya.Kaya did not flinch when Sooleeaway reached towards her face, she stood and respected the older woman, even after she was referred to as a child. Kaya’s younger self would have tried to correct the older woman, there by reaffirming her status as a child, on this day she merely stood and waited for the healer to look her over.“Pardon me,” said Sooleeaway, “you are grown now, Kaya Tasso Flistedt. You have changed, you are a child no more.” The healer spoke no more.Sooleeaway inspected Kaya, she found cuts healed, bruises, blisters, and a nearly mended heart. The heart was not spoken of, but her physical injuries were treated. Kaya left Talia with Bram, there was nothing for
Thewolf from the trees saw the one it wanted, it ran as fast as he could, but a two-leg gave his stealth away. He did not stop, he had to kill now, there would be no other opportunity. When the woman’s words registered in everyone else’s mind, they turned to see the wolf coming for them, they had all heard of the animal attacks but they had never been a part of one. Lilly and Claudia froze, Oren waited to see who would get eaten, Oscar and Hastiin looked for an out. The wolf leapt up and into the air, the man he landed on was bitten cleanly in the throat, the sound of his wind pipe being torn out was sickening. The wolf had torn out the wrong throat, Hastiin lay bleeding from a throat the was not whole anymore, a gasping whistling sound came from his opened neck wound, the man’s hands felt the deadly damage. The wolf looked quickly around, there was the one he needed to kill, the wolf moved so fast. Rognvald’s smile never once faded, the wolf charged at him, he stood, waiting.The wolf
“Alright,” Rognvald said, “that was a good walk.” He pulled Lilly towards his chambers, she wanted to resist but she was ready for him, her body waited excitedly.Oren walked over to the wailing wife of Hastiin, he knelt down and put his fingers in the cooling blood on the ground, he never looked at the woman. Her wails fell on his deaf ears, as well as the rest of the caravan’s, after the commotion was over the people simply went about their business. Oren’s fingers felt the stickiness of the cooling blood, he rubbed them together feeling its viscosity. The urge to taste the man’s blood was too strong for Oren to resist, it tasted of iron and a touch of salt, he swirled the taste around his tongue to reach every taste bud. He didn’t put his whole finger into his mouth, just the tips touched his tongue, his eyes lit with some knowledge he didn’t understand. It gave him ideas, thoughts on how to do what he was born to do, rule. He thought about how to kill his father, for he knew that
High above the ground was a majestic eagle.Whether he was hungry or not, his keen eyes were always on the lookout for any prey.The eagle is lifted and dragged over the forests, lakes, rivers, and mountains by powerful currents of hot and cold air.The landscapes below were vast, magnificent, and holy.The eagle's range was vast, but he mostly stayed in the northern part of the continent rather than the entire continent.The only time this great hunter moved south was when it was time to mate.He made a huge shadow on the ground as he flew through the air, sending any animals below into a mad dash for their lives.Now that he is mostly flying by himself, the only people he sees in the sky are smaller eagles and occasionally hawks that glide dangerously close to him and put their lives in danger.He let the memory of his mate and their first clutch of eggs fade away with each subsequent winter.This great eagle was old because mating was no longer a priority for him, and in this land, some an
"What did that sound mean?"inquired the young boy."What were you saying?"the sage old man inquired.I thought I heard an eagle cry, I don't know.At the end, the young boy raised his voice in uncertainty.The elderly man, whose hair was long and mostly grey, said, "Well then, let us look up and see." He raised his head toward the sky.He has seen many winters on his face.Through hard work and a full life, he has earned the lines that crack his face.His long hair was integrated with a braid that blew somewhat in the breeze.He gazed at the sky with his eyes closed and let the sun caress his exposed skin."I see nothing, Greer."With typical youthful eagerness and enthusiasm, the young boy gazed up into the sky.Greer, the large eagle?Is it there?I'm sure I heard the scream."Would you mind hearing the tale again?"Greer asked.The young boy simply squinted his eyes to get a better view of the sky.It was ineffective.The young boy didn't see anything, but he was pretty sure he heard the screa
The old man stopped talking for a while, the young boy didn't say anything, and the two of them just sat there.In the pit, the fire danced and popped, glowed, and cracked.The two of them were seated on an aged log that was close enough for warmth but not cooking.The majority of the bustle had diminished to a low drone as the village settled in for the night behind them.The old man's long ponytail was blown off his back by occasional gusts of wind, and the young boy's hair also blew from his shoulders.They looked into the fire together.“Greer?”"Yes, Chris, my."Why is one side of the feather black while the other side is white?"I'm happy you asked," the elderly person made a sound as if to speak prior to proceeding, "it resembles I said about concordance previously, the Ohweelie of a man.It represents the concordance of the two.Maintaining Ohweelie requires walking the fine line.Greer twisted the feather so that his grandson could see where the edge was.As you can see, it's not an
Kaya had accepted her new life without her parents when the weather finally warmed up.Kaya had a glimmer of hope when the council managed to put together a feast, but that hope was fleeting.Her fragile heart broke once more when she saw the boy she thought she could love kissing her best friend.She was then confused and later enraged when she was informed that she would be going when the group left for the east.Now that it was spring, it was early enough to make it to the river before the weather changed again, but not too early to risk nighttime frost.Kaya Tasso was attempting to heal from her broken heart and let go of the loss of her parents; consequently, she plans to use this journey as a means of atonement for any wrongs she had committed.The council meeting was proceeding roughly as expected.The typical show and frustration were available.Soon, some of its members' individual objectives were made public.There was a crisis in the village, and some of the council members were co