Rebel Moon Part Two--The Scargiver by V. Castro

Author:V. Castro
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Titan

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The morning mist always settled over the mountainous terrain with a freshness and soft dew. The moisture and warmth during the day made it fertile ground. The farmers began early on the steep fields on the mountainside. Large scythes cut through stalks with a rhythm perfected over generations. Through the patchy cloud cover, a Dreadnought made its way above their village. Seventeen-year-old Milius worked with the rest but stopped to watch the hangar release several dropships. Before anyone could react, the large circle of carved stone ancestors that rose to the sky were obliterated from above. Rock burst through the air and fell across the field and those working there.

The villagers looked at each other in terror before abandoning the fields for the village center where the dropships landed. Milius followed the crowd, hoping to reunite with their father. Dropships whizzed through the air as if they were trying to herd everyone in one place. And they were: the village square. By the time the chaos subsided and the villagers were mostly in one place, an admiral stood with the their mayr and six other tribal elders. He turned to the fearful villagers with nervousness.

“The council has met with officers from the Motherworld. This is Admiral Wurst. For now, everyone return to your work. At first light we will meet here again. Anyone disobeying these orders will suffer severe consequences,” the mayr said.

Admiral Wurst had the look and heft of a hungry gray mountain bear. He eyed the village children and women with a lust that made Milius sick. Henna, their best friend, leaned close to their ear. “How are we supposed to work like everything is fine with these invaders? What do you think they will do?”

Milius shook their head. “Do as we are told. The council will know what to do. Maybe they will come to an agreement then leave.”

Henna looked at the others their age, who returned to work on the steep mountainside as instructed. She stepped closer to Milius and spoke quietly in their ear. “I want to hear what is going on. Let’s listen by the back of the tribal hall.”

Henna walked quickly with Milius following. They could see Admiral Wurst heading back to his ship and the tribal elders walking as a group to the hall. The rest of the villagers tried to appear as if they were resuming their normal duties; however, it was obvious they were hovering near the hall and elders to catch any bits of information.

Henna and Milius went through a storage room attached to the tribal hall. The door between the two wasn’t thick, and voices could clearly be heard. Milius opened it a crack to see. The tribal elders looked like children as they huddled around a table.

“This isn’t good. Look what they did to the stone circle. We can’t allow them to take what they want. It will never be enough,” said a council woman.

The tribal leader shook his head. “Exactly. Look what they have done unprovoked.

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