Later that day when we were on our way home, Isa stopped in his tracks and grew very still.
"Mita se on, Isa?" (What is it, father?) My brother asked.
Isa held up a hand to indicate he wanted silence as he sniffed at the air. Tamlan and I exchange glances and then do the same, breathing in the scents of the forest. After a brief pause I broke the silence first.
"Tupakoi." (Smoke) I said
Isa nods, "Jossa on Tupakoi, on..." (Where there is smoke, there is...) He drops off waiting for one of us to answer.
"Palo." (Fire) my brother stated.
Isa nods and Tamlen and I exchange another look.
"Missa luulet se on...." (Where do you think it's...) I drop off as the realization hits me like a slap in the face, "stamme." (The clan)
"Meidan on kiirehdittava." (We must hurry) That was the only thing my father said in regards to my statement before taking off at a sprint towards the stamme, barely waiting to see if we were coming. My brother and I exchange a look for the third time since we've stopped moving before sprinting after Isa as fast as our legs could carry us.
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The Yellow Assassin
FantasyWhen a tribe of elves is attacked 15 year old Lamaenthel lost everything. Then appears to have found it again in the most unlikely of places, a band of assassins. but is everything as it appears? and are humans really as bad as she thinks. (some c...
