In the village of Yelsna the Elders decided on their plan. “Are sure it will work?” Inquired Fisin. “Does it matter? This is our best chance! We need the drought to end! And keep your voice down!” Whispered Golna harshly. He was the leader of the Elders. “Fine but I don’t see how it won’t have negative effects on the village.” Fisin muttered. “It is a risk that we must take.” Stated Xajo, the most strategic of the Elders.So they proceeded with their plan.
Wistling ran through the dark silent night. When he at last came to the spot where in just moments the Elders would proceed with their sinister plan. Wistling hunched over the bundle of blankets and whispered the best spell he could before he was forced to retreat into the shadows. Once finished he darted into the shadows once more wishing he could have done more.
The Elders strapped the bundle to a donkey and sent it off into the woods. Pleased with themselves they sauntered home whispering congratulations to each other while they tried to walk quietly on the dry, cracked earth that sounded like dead twigs snapping. Once they reached their houses they parted ways and went to bed. Each thinking of the wonderful thing they had done. Thinking that they had solved the villages problems they fell asleep. But they could not rest well for, deep in their heart they knew that they could have found another way. One without dooming an innocent soul.
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Xavi darted through the forest hunting a rabbit. She expertly raised and strung her bow as she wove between the trees. She pulled back the string but before she could shoot she stumbled over a rock and crashed to the ground. She leapt to her feet but it was to late, the rabbit had disappeared into the underbrush. Xavi sighed and turned around to look at what she had so clumsily tripped over. She paused when she saw it, it was a large, beautiful birds egg. When she had tripped over it, it had felt like a rock, but here it was just an unusual birds egg. Xavi sighed again, this really is an unusual forest . She scooped up the egg and went home.
When Xavi got home -which was a tree house- she climbed the tree and deftly swung up-sidedown on the branch on she was perched and crawled into the hole which, was the entrance to her house. Once in the tunnel she turned and ran her fingers over the worn, charred wood that, had once been blasted into the tree by a stray lightning bolt. Xavi then proceeded down the short tunnel to her small room inside the tree. She set the egg down on a small stool and studied it more closely. It was a light blue color with small swirls in a lighter shade. Yet another odd thing in this forest. How did I end up here anyway?
Is there even any other people like me? Where did this egg come from? Only more questions followed these,and Xavi spent the rest of the afternoon trying to find answers but none came. And none did come for the next 3 weeks.
Xavi was hidden in a cluster of thick, tall bush’s stalking a stag. She drew back her bow, aimed and let go. It hit its mark and the stag fell without suffering any pain. Xavi crept towards the deer keeping an eye out for predators; then carfully extracted the arrow hoping that it would not be damaged. Unfortunately the arrow was broken in half; she would have to make a new one. Then she hefted the stag and set for home as fast as she could. She did not want to be caught far from home with lots meat and a predator nearby. When she got there she skinned and prepared the meat then set it on a spit.
Xavi was about to fall asleep when she heard a cracking sound. Xavi slowly sat up and looked around, the noise stoped. Then it started again and this time she knew where it was coming from. The egg was hatching.