Original post: 11/09
"I don't think he's ready." A voice in the huddle murmurs.
The group of tribal elders and hunters looks over at Xen, a small boy with a flying bug in his hand.
"He's coming of age, it's time he went on a hunt." The tribe chief insists.
Xen's brother, Shu, is the lead hunter of the tribe. He throws in his opinion.
"No." He says firmly. "The creatures have been getting more aggressive and they are getting closer to the village. It's not about hunting for survival, it's about eliminating the threats." He rubs his shoulder, his fingers pressing on a large scar down his arm.
The sound of a faint horn goes off in the distance, Shu's eyes widen as he grabs his weapon. The chief waves his hands in a dismissive motion and they break to continue their duties.
Xen hears the horn as well and in the action of everyone taking their place he sneaks down a less beaten path. He squeezes between a tree and rock and tumbles through a bush. He rolls through a small crack in a stone ruin and lands in a large room with a hole in the ceiling. The light illuminates the walls, displaying worn pictures of previous tribes.
Shu grabs a spear and a shield and runs past villagers towards to camps big fenced doorway. Light poking through the trees a pathway is illuminated. A roar off in the distance stops him in his tracks. He looks back at his crew of hunters. Shu knows that roar, and as he looks at the rag tag group of hunters he sees a younger boy shaking and scared.
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