The man stared down at the boy and girl. He had stumbled upon their trail days ago. It had taken all of his skill to track them across the endless prairie. He was surprised to see that they were children. The boy looked to be around the age of manhood, but the girl was still some ways off from being a woman.
He studied them closely. It was hard to tell in the moonlight, but they looked like a man he had once known, a man that had been banished from his tribe for falling in love with a garoo, a foreigner. What had been his name? It had something to do with the moon. Ah yes, now he remembered. It was Dárkmëre. That one had shown a lot of promise, but he threw it all away. He couldn't blame him though. He had once done the same thing.
Dárkmëre was gone, but his children were alive. If these were his children then they were in serious danger. The forces of darkness were at work in the land. The last thing they needed was for these two to come into their birthright and what a birthright it was. They had the ability to wield magic and the chance to obtain a power so deep that it could kill them.
They needed protection and guidance. He had failed to save Dárkmëre, but he could protect these two and maybe regain some of his honor that he had lost all those long years ago. The man settled down no far away from them. He made sure to leave no sign of his presence.
The night passed slowly. Familiar constellations wheeled above them. The man wondered if they were the same now as they had been before the Great Divide. He liked to think so. Strange sounds echoed in the night. Howls and whistled sounded across the prairie and eyes blinked and flashed at the man. He kept his hand close to his knife. The prairie was filled with strange creatures. He had no idea what the name of the creatures were, but they were just as weird and bizarre here as they were in his homeland.
Dawn began to lighten the sky and the man stood up stiffly. He bowed to the damn and offered up thanksgiving for surviving another day. It was a tradition of his people that they always thanked the dawn for surviving through the night. Legend had it that it was a tradition that was started back before the Great Divide.
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The Ancients A Tale of Survival
FantasyThe war that everyone had been dreading has finally come to pass. It had effectively destroyed the land. Those that had died were lucky. The ones who survived were slowly being transformed by the radiation that blanketed the world. Thousands of...