Ayla's Revenge
Ayla's quiet foot steps softened on the dewy grass. He'd pay. With his life. He'd taken her baby Durc from her. A death curse was formality. It didn't affect her. She had the spirit of the mountain lion.
She was not afraid. She was stronger than Broud now. One stone from her sling could silence him forever, worse than the death curse could smite at her. His name resounded through her head followed by the word death. He would die for his sins against her. Her animal spirit would have no less. Her footsteps were silent.
She was above him now. How he was nested in his hearth with his mate. It made her snarl. She had never known a true mate and her heart was filled with anger and hate.
Broud's eyes flickered open and he saw her. Fear filled his proud chuvinistic eyes. "You're dead" he grunted using hand signals. She laughed bitterly.
"You wish" Her right arm jabbed out. The weapon had been Creb's, before he'd died. Ayla slashed at Broud, his blood splattering the ground and his hearth. His mate woke startled and she screamed. "THE DEATH HAS RISEN!" she shrieked
Ayla looked at the suddenly decomposing body of Broud. She smiled and looked up. Her son was there. She was covered in blood but Durc didn't care. "MAMA!" he gestured.
Ayla picked him up and fled the camp. Ignoring the protests of the other nethanderals. She was above them, she'd breached the evolutionary chain, she was the Cro-Magnon.
THE END.