Post by Arvind Pillai on Aug 31, 2006 3:45:25 GMT -5
Lightning flashed and the little boy was scared out of his wits. He crawled back into the dark and dismal cave. He grabbed his deer-skin blanket, which he had stolen from a dead orc. He hated orcs. In fact, the very word stirred in him the deepest hatred. Little did the lad know that his father and mother were killed in an orc raid while they were travelling to Shrivia. The child escaped into the forest.
He would fight off lynxes, wolves and other predators that wandered into his cave with nothing more than rocks. His food comprised of mainly shrubs and fruits.
He was exhausted and it was pouring outside. Suddenly, a lynx strolled inside the cave. Aten frantically searched for a rock to throw. There were none.
He stared at the animal with frightened eyes. Yet the animal did not pounce. It slumped in a corner and lazily stared back. An alkward silence followed. Suddenly, a crazy thought entered the boy's head. He crawled towards the ferocious lynx. He raised his hand and stroked it. For Aten, this was a magical moment. Somehow, for the first time, he felt the spirit of the wild.
The very next day, Aten ran among the horses. The Sun shining fiercely above him.
He observed the rutting deer, and proceeded to duel like them. He lauched himself headlong at a small wildcat, crushing the poor thing. Gradually, he moved onto stronger prey. With every kill, his skull grew stronger until it reached a level of impregnability that could only be matched by metal.
((Will be continued.))
He would fight off lynxes, wolves and other predators that wandered into his cave with nothing more than rocks. His food comprised of mainly shrubs and fruits.
He was exhausted and it was pouring outside. Suddenly, a lynx strolled inside the cave. Aten frantically searched for a rock to throw. There were none.
He stared at the animal with frightened eyes. Yet the animal did not pounce. It slumped in a corner and lazily stared back. An alkward silence followed. Suddenly, a crazy thought entered the boy's head. He crawled towards the ferocious lynx. He raised his hand and stroked it. For Aten, this was a magical moment. Somehow, for the first time, he felt the spirit of the wild.
The very next day, Aten ran among the horses. The Sun shining fiercely above him.
He observed the rutting deer, and proceeded to duel like them. He lauched himself headlong at a small wildcat, crushing the poor thing. Gradually, he moved onto stronger prey. With every kill, his skull grew stronger until it reached a level of impregnability that could only be matched by metal.
((Will be continued.))
??why oh why???