Cjiena: Beginnings by Patrice Caraway

Author:Patrice Caraway [Caraway, Patrice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-16T06:00:00+00:00

NIGHTMARES

Thank the Mother, Ulgog’s hut was on the far side of the camp enabling me to disappear unnoticed through the trees. Although it was night the moon shined high overhead. I was able to move deftly, avoiding the few sentries that had been posted to stand watch over the village. I was thankful for the cloak my mother gave me. The temperature of the night seemed to have dropped significantly since the early evening. After a few hours of walking, I finally came to a small clearing in the trees.

I withdrew my water skin and drank a few gulps and pulled some cured meat from my pack. Too scared to build a fire in case the tribe got a hint of my leaving, I sat down with my back against a large boulder as I munched on a piece of cured meat. As the chill began to seep through my cloak, I wished more than anything I could be home in front of the fire, sharing a meal of stew with Ulgog and mother. I felt sorry for myself, something I seemed to do a lot, and I felt cheated out of a life that could have been happy if the tribe had they only accepted me for being who I was. I felt cheated for the family I could have had, the esteem of the tribe not only as an Ulgog, but also for who I was born to be.

Emotionally exhausted from all that had happened, I laid my head down on my pack, and pulled my cloak as tightly as I could around myself, drifting off to a fretful sleep.

~Thunder crashed overhead as the wolves howled. I was running through the forest with them fast on my heels, I could hear their teeth snap at me and small tugs at my cloak as they were able to almost catch me in my flight. My heart raced, as fear seemed to take control of my body, sweat rolling down. My breath was visible as I tried my hardest to continue to outrun the wolves, but over time I could no longer outrun them. Tripping and falling to the ground, I scraped my hands and knees on the cold hard earth.

Turning, I saw the pack of wolves growling at me. They began to fan out, cautiously coming towards me. I stared at the one who came at me head on, one I instantly knew to be the leader of the pack. When he was a few feet away from me, I could see his sharp teeth in the moonlight, and the saliva run down its chin. When he went to lunge, I watched in horror as the wolf in midair turned into a man, with the face of my uncle Molog. Holding a knife, he pierced me through the heart. ~

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