The wind picked up strands of my hair, twirling them round in little tornados. Mountains always are alive with people of the wind. They'll whisper songs, melodies, but never speak a word.
"Carey" Yelled Selum, over the wind people's songs. "It's time to go back. Not long, Carey, not long til' dark" The one thing he truly feared.
Something we have learnt as members of the tribe, is that the dark can never be trusted. Missing people, snatched in the night, that is the root of our fear.
With hesitance I spoke "Wait, not long. Just one more song." The mountain feels like my true home, I do not so easily let it go.
Selum struts over and takes a firm hold on my arm, "No" He pulls me round to look into his eyes. "No" He always repeats when he wants to emphasize something. Nobody is able to say no to him when he does this. It is his gift.
"Fine, let's go". He was right, the dark would soon be coming. It's only safe to be at the top of the mountain once every five years for a few days. Today, was the last day of the cycle. Selum turns and begins to make his way through the few trees left standing. Admitting defeat, I sulk after him.
Walking doesn't bother him, Selum has done much of it. I on the other hand, am completely impatient. Going up the mountain sets my soul on fire. I love it, I can't wait to get to the top. But, I refuse to say goodbyes.
As we descend my thoughts wonder. Why can't we go up the mountain? Why isn't it safe? Is the old priest in our tribe feeding us with the real truth? I have the sudden urge to retrace my steps up the mountain, to leave Selum, my brother, and follow the fire in my soul.
Selum turns his head back, looking at me for a brief second. He will never understand, but I can handle that. I shut my eyes and pull myself to a halt. Selum doesn't notice over the wind. It roars in anticipation.
I swallow my pains and turn my head, to see the sun falling in the sky. I might die here tonight. I will die here tonight. But the lies are burning me, I need the truth. Wind people brush their fingers across my face, my body trembles.
With all my might, I turn and retrace my steps in-between the trees, away from certain safety to a possibly truthful future. To the wind people.
Please tell me what you think, I am open to criticism. Also, did you notice that the tense changed from past to present..?
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