The Ancients A Tale of Survival

Three Thousand Years Later

        "Jåcóbӱ! Wait up!"

        Mỷrἇ shouted at her brother as she raced after him.  She finally caught up to him.  He gave her a disgusted look as she stopped panting by his side.

        "Go home Mỷrἇ," Jåcóbӱ told her rudely.  "I'm running away."

        Mỷrἇ shook her head causing her curly hair to bounce.  "No way am I staying behind with Aunt and Uncle.  If you're running away, then so am I.  You're the only family I have and we need to stick together. 

        Jåcóbӱ sighed and looked at his sister.  She was already a beautiful girl and she wasn't even eleven yet.  She had their father's tan skin and strong features, but they were tempered with their mother's green eyes and red hair.  Mỷrἇ was a fighter and no way would she bow to the wishes of their Aunt and Uncle.

        "Fine, but you better not whine or do anything to get us into trouble.  We don't want to get sent to the mines."

        "Oh I won't Jåcóbӱ.  I'll be real good.  I promise."

        Jåcóbӱ snorted and turned away from his sister.  Silence reigned as they walked through the tall grass of the Southern Prairie.  They had a long way to go, even longer than they realized.  Danger followed them without them even knowing it.  Neither one realized that they were important.  They didn't know that they were the last of an ancient blood line, a bloodline that extended clear back before the Great Divide.  It was a blood line that was filled with intrigue, power, and magic.  They didn't know that that magic and power slept within them and that they could destroy or heal the world.  All they knew was that they were fleeing from a home that had threatened to suffocate them in rules.  They were so naïve still and that was a problem. 

        Mỷrἇ trudged doggedly after Jåcóbӱ.  She was bone weary, tired and hungry, but she wasn't going to complain.  She promised to be good.  Mỷrἇ raised her head when Jåcóbӱ stopped.  They were standing on a grass covered hill.  Nothing was to be seen for miles around, nothing but grass and hills.  Mỷrἇ watched as Jåcóbӱ peered around them.  She had no idea what he was looking for, but he was looking for something.  Mỷrἇ didn't worry.  Jacoby had always done this, much like their father had.  Mỷrἇ could barely remember their father.  He had been tall with lean muscles, tanned skin, long dark hair, and strong proud features.  At 15, Jacoby looked like their father.  The only difference was that Jåcóbӱ had his mother's green eyes instead of brown eyes like his father's.

        Mỷrἇ sighed wearily as Jacoby walked down the left side of the hill and she scampered after him.  She stuck close to her brother's side.  Mỷrἇ hated the prairie.  She felt way too exposed.  The back of her neck had been tingling for several hours and she knew that danger was near.

        "Jåcóbӱ," Mỷrἇ said softly as she slipped her hand into his.

        "What Mỷrἇ?" Jacoby asked without looking at her.  Mỷrἇ looked fearfully around her before she turned her big green eyes on her brother.  He was staring at the never ending prairie.

        Jåcóbӱ look down at Mỷrἇ.  "What is it Mỷrἇ?"

        "I feel like we're being watched.  Something is out there," Mỷrἇ whispered.

        Jåcóbӱ looked out at the prairie.  "I feel the same thing Mỷrἇ.  I'm trying to find us some place safe to rest.  Don't worry.  I'll protect you."

        Mỷrἇ nodded as she let Jacoby lead her across the prairie in search of safety.  Hours had passed before Mỷrἇ let out a tired sigh and sank down into the long grass.  Jåcóbӱ would only let them rest in areas that had already been slept in by the animals that lived in the prairie.  They had walked for many miles before they had found this place.  Many days had passed since Jacoby had left home and Mỷrἇ had stubbornly followed him. Jåcóbӱ had pushed them both hard because of the danger they sensed behind them and the fear of being caught and taken back to a place they both hated.  Mỷrἇ curled into a ball and she felt Jåcóbӱ lay down with his back pressed against hers.