Soup woke sharply to screams echoing around him. He could see fires darting through the dark forest around him, eerily lighting his little camp. He quickly woke his grandmother, she burst to life faster than what her age seemed to allow, grabbing the satchel closest to her, and forcing Soup to leave Caffer and crawl with her into the underbrush. They made their way as quietly as they could away from the screams and fires in the other direction. Soup took the lead and helped clear a way for Vera to crawl through.
As they got further away and their hearts calmed for a moment, a torch of flame came racing towards them from the clearing they had slept in moments before. The sillouete of a large man holding a burning branch came sprinting out of the forest right at them, who promptly tripped over Soup. Soup looked at the man as they lay sprawled on the ground next to each other, right into his full Garnet red eyes, with no white to be seen. Soup's Grandmother screamed for Warriors to come to their aid as the three of them scrambled to their feet and faced each other.
Vera grabbed Soup and held him behind her and faced the man. "What are you doing here? This is Animus land, you have come too far."
"We know" the man grinned conspiratorially. "But I believe you have enough buffalo to share".
"So it's come to that has it? Not able to farm your own lands any more? Too much ash on the ground?" Vera snapped at him.
The man kept grinning. "Oh we are still able to farm but why would we? You people have it so much easier than us, we work as labourers while The Animus get fat off Buffalo steak"
He stepped forward toward Soups grandmother, raising a hand.
"Run Soup" She whispered as the devil eyed man placed the hand on her chest, she screamed as the flesh bubbled, steamed then burst aflame around the mans hand. She fell to the ground exposing Soup standing and trembling behind her. The man leaned down to soups height, breathing horrible breath into his face, sweat dripping down his heavily scarred and pocked face.
"Guess you were born in the wrong Village boy". The man said as he placed his palm on Soup's head.
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Bright Eyes
Dla nastolatkówIn a war-torn world where your eye color controls all, a boy with captivating eyes discovers his extraordinary powers. As he battles on the front lines, he confronts the moral dilemmas of war and struggles to control his gifts. Will he use his magic...
