Many years had passed since Mỷrἇ and her clan had started traveling. They had gone into the desert to see the great stone pyramids and all of the ruins in that desert. Jåcóbӱ had loved the river and was very reluctant to leave. From the desert they had traveled around the sea till they reached more ruins. They had lingered in these ruins for several years before they finally made it to a land filled with standing stones and barrows.
Mỷrἇ felt at home in this land. Legend had it that it was a land of giants. She could understand why. How else could the huge circle of standing stones been built? The land was doused in rain constantly and the wind was strong. Strange animals grazed the land. They were strange to her eyes because they were those rare breeds that hadn't been changed by the radiation from the Great Disaster.
With each ruin they passed Mỷrἇ learned a little more magic. Her children followed in her footsteps and each grew strong in a particular field. Dárkmëre was able to control the weather. Äçåçiå had an affinity for water and wind. Âkįŀ had complete control of the land and the animals that grazed on it. Mỷrἇ trumped them all because she was able to do anything and everything she ever wanted to do. Magic came naturally to her, the older she got. As she aged she became stronger.
An interesting thing was discovered one year quite by accident. Mỷrἇ and her clan had stopped in a mountainous area. Äçåçiå had stumbled upon a cleft in the rock that let out intoxicating fumes. As everyone gathered around to study the cleft, a voice had rung out stating that they were favored by the Gods and that they would not age. No one thought much of the strange voice till years later when Äçåçiå and Âkįŀ reached their fortieth birthday and they still appeared as youthful as they had when they were in their early teens.
Throughout the years, Jåcóbӱ had sensed danger behind them. He had kept them all safe, but they knew that time was running out. This new land that they were in was sparsely inhabited by a group of people who still spoke the old language. Mỷrἇ was worried that evil hid in this land. There was a cloying scent about the land that got worse just before rain fell. Darkness clung to the natives and Mỷrἇ was worried about keeping her family safe. Her children were all of marriageable age and it worried her. Soon she would have to speech with Ƒáeláƞ about them finding spouses.
Mỷrἇ wondered if her children would be swayed by the handsome people of this land. She had learned that evil likes to wear pretty faces. That lesson had been learned when her children were young and their young lives had almost been snuffed out by an innocent looking child. Mỷrἇ would gladly give up her own life to save her children. That future was looking more and more probable with each passing year.
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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...
