Chapter 2

Father had a fight with the village head Shaman, the Shaman had insisted the spirits wanted the village to go to war with the strange tribe across the river. Father had said it would be a waste of life to fight a battle we did not need to fight. He had said that we should approach the tribe with the hopes of trade with them, that perhaps we could both help each other.

The Shaman had said it would be a waste as the strange tribe spoke a demon language we could not understand, he had forbade my father from seeking the matter any further. Father had decided that he would go on his own to seek out the tribe, to try and prove we could be friendly with them.

When Mother found out what my Father had done she went to the Shaman to seek help in retrieving my father. The Shaman only laughed and told her that she could join my Father in his fate, he banished her and I from the village and gave orders should we return we would be made a sacrifice to the spirits. All while he prepared the village for war.

Being nine winters old I had been taught tracking skills by my father, I led my mother on his trail for three days, we where tiring when we came upon his camp, I recognized his things and told my mother such. She nodded and we decided he must be hunting for food, we would wait at his camp until his return.

I unrolled my sleeping furs next to my father's as Mother prepared some of the herbs she had brought with her. She had started a small fire when we both heard a sound that we had never heard before. It sounded like an animal stampede only it came from the sky. Next we saw a flash that lit the sky from the north. From the flash came a fireball flying through the air. Mother grabbed me and held me tight, saying a prayer to the Spirits, she said they must be angry with father for leaving the village.