"Two strangers approach."
Ƒáeláƞ looked up at Maŗŗők. Ƒáeláƞ ignored him as he went back to eating. Maŗŗők gave a sound of displeasure as he squatted down next to Ƒáeláƞ.
"Aren't you going to do anything?"
Ƒáeláƞ motioned with his spoon made out of shell in an easterly direction. "I know that they approach. I have felt them drawing closer."
Maŗŗők seemed surprised. "And you didn't tell us. How can you sense these strangers?"
Ƒáeláƞ shrugged. "Their presence reminds me of Dárkmëre. I haven't felt his presence since he left with that garoo he fell in love with."
"Dárkmëre is dead and so is the garoo. How can you sense his presence?"
"I know not Maŗŗők. The obvious answer is that he spawned some offspring."
"If that's the case, then we are in trouble. You saw that Dárkmëre was the most powerful person you'd ever met. It'd only make sense that his offspring would inherit his power."
Ƒáeláƞ hummed in agreement to what Maŗŗők said. It did make sense. What Maŗŗők didn't know was that the garoo, Äçåçiå was descended from the same bloodline as Dárkmëre. Their bloodlines were traced clear back to the Great Disaster. Only those strong enough survived the Fall. Dárkmëre had once told Ƒáeláƞ that magic entered his families bloodline as a direct result of the poison that spread across the world after their ancestors had almost destroyed it.
The crunch of soft footsteps signaled the arrival of Äɱďėƞ. Ƒáeláƞ smiled up at the woman who stopped before them. She was beautiful with her seaweed green hair and pale blue skin. Gills peaked from behind her ears and webbing stretched between her fingers and bare toes. Äɱďėƞ was one of the Inna or water people. They lived wherever there was water. Just like the Xipil lived were found near fire, the Irja were everywhere since they were of the earth, and then there were the Era who were the wind people.
The sound of Äɱďėƞ clearing her voice brought Ƒáeláƞ's attention back to the present. He offered her a smile and watched as Äɱďėƞ's coral colored eyes softened. "Forgive me cousin. My mind was wandering."
Äɱďėƞ gave a smooth and watery laugh. "I find myself pleased by your word of endearment. Very few every call me cuz."
Ƒáeláƞ laughed. "Amongst my people it is a common practice to call those that you are fond of cuz."
Maŗŗők stood up and stretched as Ƒáeláƞ gained his feet. Ƒáeláƞ tossed his earthen bowl on the fire and motioned for Äɱďėƞ and Maŗŗők to follow him. "Our guests should be running into our sentries within the next few days. We need to prepare ourselves for them. I have the feeling that they will be on their guard. Something forced them to come this way."
"Let us hope that Ştårbrîghţ hasn't caught up to them," remarked Maŗŗők as they made their way through camp.
Ƒáeláƞ nodded. "Let us dare hope so. We must kill him if he with with them. We cannot afford to have a traitor like him within our midst."
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The Ancients A Tale of Survival
FantasíaThe 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...
