The Ancients A Tale of Survival

Curiosity

"Where are you going Âkįŀ? Mom and Dad are going to be so mad at us."

Âkįŀ turned around and gave his twin sister a captivating grin. "Not far."

Äçåçiå looked about the windswept land. She loved this land, but the natives weren't very friendly with her family. Äçåçiå was able to take care of herself, but she well knew the dangers of wandering off by yourself. That is why she had followed Âkįŀ. He was always getting in trouble and it seemed to get worse the older they got.

A weary sounding sigh came from behind Äçåçiå. Dárkmëre's voice drifted up to Äçåçiå. "You know how he is Äçåçiå."

Äçåçiå slowed down till Dárkmëre drew even of her. She linked her arm through his and briefly rested her head against his shoulder. Dárkmëre gave her the special smile that was reserved only for her. It made Äçåçiå feel special.

"I know Dárkmëre, but now is not the best time to be wandering the land. You know as well as I of the unrest amongst the natives. The darkness is growing. I feel that evil is near."

Dárkmëre's gaze went to the sky. It was overcast with rain clouds and the wind was stiff cool wind. "That is why we are out here. Not all of the natives hate us. There are those who know of the magic that we bear. I also think that Âkįŀ has a lady amongst the natives."

Äçåçiå wrinkled her nose. "I know he does. We are connected. We share feelings." Äçåçiå sighed as she brushed hair out of her face. "It's annoying."

Dárkmëre chuckled. "You two are special. Never forget that."

"Oh I won't brother. We are all special. Just look at our parents."

Äçåçiå and Dárkmëre drew to a halt as they rounded around the windswept boulders where Âkįŀ had disappeared. Âkįŀ turned to face them and drew the fair skinned woman with overly large eyes to his side. Äçåçiå's gaze traveled from her twin to the woman and on to the half a dozen people who stood behind them.

"Fuck," Dárkmëre breathed from beside Äçåçiå.

Âkįŀ gave his siblings a sheepish grin. "Before you two say anything we need to talk."

Äçåçiå sighed and shook her head as she looked at Âkįŀ. "Oh we will talk brother. I want to know everything and I mean everything."

Âkįŀ grimaced before he spoke to the natives and they moved farther down the rock strewn land. What none of the siblings knew was that they were being followed. Three figures stood on the horizon gazing down at the retreating backs of the people below them.

"Do you think we need to help them?"

Ƒáeláƞ smiled down at Mỷrἇ while Jåcóbӱ snorted. "Your children have grown up. I am confident in their intelligence that they would know when to come to us for aid."

Mỷrἇ looked up at Jåcóbӱ. "Are you sure?"

"Jåcóbӱ is right. We have raised our children well. They will come to us. We just need to wait."

Mỷrἇ sighed as she turned her gaze back down to the land below. "I know you're right. I just hope that they don't wait too long."