Chapter
three: The Koosha Tribe
Deep
within the forest the light filtered through the massive trees above. Wild
animals wandered on the ground, scavenging for food and water. A cool breeze
swept the land signaling the approaching winter. In the village Hawkasuma and
the other villagers were making preparations for the harsh cold that would soon
be upon them.
Sitting
inside his hut Hawkasuma sharpened his sword as he did every morning. With a nostalgic eye he examined his sharpened
blade. Long before his father had ever taught him to forge a sword he had been
taught how to fix and maintain all of the equipment and tools, a skill that had
earned him much praise with the Koosha clan. He ran his finger along the cool
steel before returning it to its scabbard and resting it upon his back. He then
grabbed his flute and pressed it to his lips to play a short tune. He was
adroit like his mother, moving his fingers across the keys on the flute.
As he
played his little ditty, a young woman entered his home. Her dark hair and
violet eyes highlighted her youthfully beautiful face. His foster sister Gelien
stood in his doorway as she listened to the music that flowed from him like
water from a river. She stood there unnoticed until she clapped her hands at
the end of his ditty. “Your talent never ceases to amaze me,” she said.
Hawkasuma
smiled, “thanks.”
“I
heard that you are going with Faleon on the hunt today,” she began.
“Yeah,
I’ll make sure to be careful,” said Hawkasuma. He already knew where the
conversation was going. It was only three months ago that her father Lugon lost
his left arm while he was down below the village in what they called the heart
of the forest.
“Make
sure to take care of Faleon as well.
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