Âkįŀ stayed quiet as he let the natives speak. The one native girl stood by him and he had to admit that he found her pleasing to the eye. Âkįŀ knew that his siblings saw it, but they trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't choose just anyone to mate with.
The leader of the natives was named Leö and he was a stocky man that was a head shorter than Âkįŀ, but he was three times as strong. The only one stronger than Leö was Âkįŀ father and uncle. The woman next to Leö was his wife Ĝeɱiʼni. She was tall and willowy, but very strong.
Âkįŀ had to translate for his siblings. Äçåçiå and Dárkmëre listened to what was being said. Âkįŀ was able to know both sides of the story since he was able to understand what the natives were saying. He caught every single word they said even those that were whispering.
"I'm not too sure about this Âkįŀ."
Äçåçiå looked worried and she stuck close to Dárkmëre. Âkįŀ knew that Äçåçiå was able to stand on her own. Whenever they were in a sticky situation, Äçåçiå always stuck close to one of them in order to make their enemy think that she was the weakest link. Äçåçiå could strike at the speed of light on a moment's notice. She had gotten them out of more sticky situations than either Âkįŀ or Dárkmëre cared to admit.
"I know dear sister, but what else can we do. We are in dire need of help. Maybe not today, but in the future we will need all the help we can get. Darkness is after us and it will continue to hunt us until it destroys us."
Dárkmëre's sharp gaze studied those who stood behind Âkįŀ. "You better be right about this Âkįŀ. If they betray us, we will hold you at fault."
Âkįŀ nodded gravely. "I know Dárkmëre. Believe me, this isn't my first choice."
Äçåçiå stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Âkįŀ's face. Her fingers stroked his stubbly jaw. "I know Âkįŀ. I trust you and so does Dárkmëre. We are just worried."
Âkįŀ took his sister's hand and kissed her knuckles. He drew her towards the natives. "Thanks Äçåçiå. We need to figure out how to let Mom, Dad, and Uncle now of this."
Dárkmëre moved forward and clapped Âkįŀ on the shoulder. Dárkmëre's eyes never strayed far from the natives. "We will help you, but I do not trust any of them."
Âkįŀ returned his affection as he drew Äçåçiå close to his side and draped an arm over her shoulders. "Neither do I Dárkmëre, but the least we can do is have some semblance of agreement."
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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...
