The Last Neanderthal

Chapter 2 My First Fights

11/12/1123 B.C.

One morning I got up and when I looked out of the cave I saw a woolly rhino ten yards away. I froze, knowing what his father had told him, "The rhino cannot see you, but can smell you. A woolly rhino has horrid eyesight. I could tell that it sensed me. It kicked up dust behind it I backed away quietly, then sprinted. My heart was beating like a tumbling rock. It came a me and took his horns and stuck them into my back and threw be to the side. I couldn't move, the pain was too great. I began to spill blood, this was only the beginning of a dangerous start. I went over to the rack of fur. I grabbed a strip of mammoth's fur, wrapped it around me, and fell to the ground.

I began with a door of wood, so nothing could get in the cave. But that door did not work at all. I am happily writing on the cave wall when I hear crunching. I knew that sound anywhere, the saber tooth eating away. I Knew that sound of the saber tooth's jaw going up and down, it echoed in my ear. My parents died from this animal, I never forgot that saber tooth who killed them. The saber tooth cleared the door, this time I was defensive. I grabbed for my dads spear to honor him. I walked forward with the spear pointed at its chest. It pawed at me, I kept walking. It bared its giant teeth, I kept walking, out the door, until he was a cliff hanger. I took my stab and it fell, I looked over to see the cat's corpse bounce down the cliff like a boulder. Still with a mad stained face, I cracked my knuckles and walked back in.

That night, I cleaned the blade next to the fire. Once done, I rubbed my fingers across the symbols on the wood. I once again studied them. A holy feeling, he sang the song his father had always sung. "The icy valleys and cave walls cold, bring unto me, the spirits of every element." He stared into the fire, the sign he saw all of his life, little men and animals jumped around in the fire. They were made of flame and ash. He continued, "What happens next, when are we done, what time will tell..." His father would sing this, and he learned to translate the symbols with him. Here, he could see the future and the past. He looked harder at the little men. There where three men hanging from a cliff, a saber tooth pulled one of them down. Three men, why three men, how......