Moon Child

Sorry for the short prologue

Just a note, the tribes and world are out of my imagination, thou they do have a suedo-indian vibe, mixed with other cultural referances and ideals. But In essence, this is a completely different world from our own. So some of the wording may seem more modern for what seems like a more ancient tribe. Asra the main character, who's point of view you'll read from does not have a defined age. To be safe I put minor2, but he could easily be 18, I just didn't get into those details. But thats about it, enjoy~

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The jungle foliage clung and snagged at me as we ran, our feet slipping on the dry leaves that littered the forest floor. I could still feel the sting of heat at my back from the fires eating away our homes. It spread quickly and reached out as if trying to end our escape. Much like the men who had set the blaze.

Now all that was left to us was running, fleeing for our lives from those who sought to take them from us.                                                                                                We could hear them; they were not far behind us. Hissing whispers sounded from the jungle all around me, promises of our deaths and suffering. I knew it would be over for us soon but my stubborn feet kept moving.                                                                                                            

Arrows and spears rained down onto us, I heard screams and cries. Blood spattered the earth and my pale skin, I saw fellow tribesmen fall, men and women that I had known since birth. Some lay dead, some dying. My maha (mother) halted beside me, my hand in hers I tried to pull her forward. She released my hand and begged me to go. She folded to the ground with blood pooling around the arrow in her chest.                              

“Maha!”I cried and knelt pulling her into my lap. “G-go… you must go” She sobbed holding my cheek in her warm hand.                                                               

“No Maha, I won’t run anymore, it’s over now” We both knew that this was the end, there was no point to leave her now to just continue to run to my death. She stared at me sadly, her lavender eyes understanding what was unsaid. I let my surroundings fade away; I focused on her and stroked her moon colored locks. All our people looked this way; it was the trademark of the Moon Tribe. Pale olive skin, white hair, and crystalline lavender eyes.                                     

I felt a sharp tug and cried out in shock as my maha fell away. I tried to scramble away from the opposing force, tried to get to her. She lay there still and lifeless no matter how hard I tried I knew I’d never reach her again. The person pulling me back struck me with a blow to the head and my vision went black.                                                                                                             

I awoke with pain blossoming in my head. My hands were bound behind my back and my neck was knotted to a log. There were several others tied with me, some from the Moon Tribe like myself, others from different places. But no matter where we came from, for certain we were all prisoners to The Sun Tribe.

The Sun Tribe were fearsome warriors, known for bloodshed and their utter inhumanity. The tribe had a dark reputation for its unsavory habits when it came to their prisoners. They were known for cannibalizing enemies without mercy. The thought alone made me shiver in disgust, never mind the distant wails of agony.