The Destiny of Junguy
Copyright© 2023 by Bravenger
Chapter 2
His stride towards the distant range of hills had remained steady for some while but then his gait altered to a quicker pace; his curiosity of what lie ahead drawing him forward.
Although he was alone, he felt the confidence of now being an adult male. More than that, Junguy carried within him a purpose. He was a a prince in search of further knowledge of the realm which had been stolen from him by the evil magic of the Russian werewolf Putnik.
Upon reaching the foothills he rested; taking some of the food and spiced ale his lassy Gwen had set for him. Laying back he gazed at the sky; which was still clear, but now waning towards twilight! He wanted to make the summit of the hill before nightfall. He had to press on.
He gathered himself up and began the climb; working himself tirelessly with a resolve that nothing was to prevent his goal; not the dark as it gradually fell about him. The rock beneath his feet began to flatten and then became evenly layered. Although he now stood high, the darkness hid the view from the hill-top. He would have to sleep the night through, before that prize was his.
Alongside a rock, he found a comfortable place and settled down to make a supper of his remaining vitals. He thought of his lassy Gwen May; tall and slender; her lovely face framed in long dark-brown hair. The clan had several females that would make good wives, but it would be Gwen for him when the time came.
Then as he rested and gazed at the night sky with its stars, he drifted into the other word of sleep. It took him to the land forgotten by change; ... a land of tribal ways ... within forest, hills, rivers and caves; where a struggle to survive and reach ones destiny, still prevails. That was the land he wanted above all, to be his.
In the early morn, the sky was cloudless and bright blue with a Condor already gliding high up above him. “Today is the day” Junguy thought, as he stood and stretched his powerful muscular body after his restful night.
Then realising how hungry he was; he had nothing to break his fast? His gaze took in the vista of the landscape beyond. Its unfamiliarity was spellbinding; holding his avid attention until again his craving appetite reclaimed his thoughts.
There was nothing to eat in view. But then Junguy was startled at seeing a goat stood on a rock nearby! A wild goat! - that was simply staring at him! A wild goat that had no fear of man; but he would gladly settle for some of its milk!
But Junguy knew it would be a miracle to catch a goat and milk one? He eyed the goat thoughtfully. He’d grow up seeing women draw milk from goats; yet had never done such girls work? He had never seen a man do it! But he could at least make an effort to do so!
And he carefully began approaching the animal which was still stood quietly staring at him?
With each step closer, Junguy expected the goat to suddenly flee; yet he did not? When quite close, it began lunging!