Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of One Tree Hill, regretfully so. A Time of Fortune's Favor will be have multiple volumes, but I am unsure how many. Volume I involves a primitive version of Haley and Nathan. Haley will be called Hyra and Nathan will be called Naylo. They look just like how we know them, just more primitive. Warlati was Whitey from the prologue if you didn't already guess. Kenari is Keith. Karini is Karen. Lucati is Lucas. Pelaina is Peyton. I am not fond of facial hair, but I thought Naylo would have some because it is supposed to be a primitive time. Game of Thrones fans, think sexy beard like Khal Drogo. Please read, review, and hopefully enjoy. I remain as always, confuzed1978.

A Time of Fortune's Favor

Volume I: Embers from Fire's Past

A Prophecy Unfolds

The villagers watched Naylo on his journey to manhood. Warlati had been walking in the sky for many years. A new wise man had risen in the years following Warlati's departure. Kenari was years younger than Warlati had been; however, a man aged much faster in this primitive land.

Kenari took Naylo under his tutelage and taught him about all the old stories. Naylo's burden was foretold by the long line of wise man, stretching far and vast to the beginning of the Agrari tribe when Unger brought them into existence. Kenari shared all of his knowledge and left the physical training to the other men of the tribe.

Naylo was the equivalent of what we modern humans would call 14 years old. He was growing into a fine specimen. He was already taller than most of his tribesman. His body looked like it was chiseled in stone, carved like the mountains high above in the sky. He was very athletic and the females of the tribe sought his attention regularly.

Usually, by the age of 16, an Agrari male had already chosen a mate and began fathering children as soon as his man root began to rise. Naylo was very popular and active with multiple females, but Kenari prompted him to pull himself from the women so that his seed would not take root in their bellies.

Although it was not a part of the prophecy, Kenari believed that Naylo needed to focus on delivering the tribe from suffering, not having a mate and children. There were no females that made Naylo feel like he wanted to stay with permanently anyway.

Kenari was sitting beside the warm fire. He was deep in thought. The Agrari continued to suffer. The cold was coming soon and then the snow. Many of his people would starve and freeze. The harsh time would sift through the weak and only the very strong survived to make it to the warming months.

He beckoned Naylo to him. As Naylo sat near the wise man, Kenari began retelling the prophecy.

"One with eyes of blue will deliver us from our suffering. Eyes of blue will join with eyes of brown and the Agrari will be strong once more. The one will follow the star and lead us to a safe place where we will thrive," Kenari ended.

Naylo had been thinking for a long time about the prophecy.

"Wise man, does it mean that I must choose a mate from our tribe," Naylo asked.

"The one does not chose his mate. His path was written by Unger. Unger will show you your mate," Kenari replied.

On that night, a great celebration would take place. The tribes young would seek and choose a mate. It was primitive in nature. A male could choose a female by roughly pulling her to the ground and plunging his man root into her womb. When a male chose a mate, the female had no choice.

A female could attempt to choose a mate. If a male was not certain or did not feel it was time to choose a woman, he would sit around the fire while all the mating was happening around him. If a female had her eye on a male and no one chose her, she could opt to do the wanton act.

The female could attempt to arouse and mount the males sitting to the side. She would impale herself on the male and if the male decided that he wanted the female, he would complete the act inside of her. If he was not ready, he would pull his penis out of her and spew his liquid on the ground.

At the age of 14, Lucati and Naylo would be a part of this ceremony. All males age 13 and above were required to participate. The females began participating after their first monthly flow.

On this night as the tribe hummed a sensual hum, Naylo sat on the outside of the group. He watched as the unattached males chose their mates. Lucati moved forward to a young girl of their age. She had hair the color of the sun and eyes the shade of moss. Naylo thought her name was Pelaina.

Lucati pulled the girl toward him. She was naked like the rest of the girls. Lucati did something that the tribe had never seen before. He drew his chosen mate away from the fire where the others could not see them complete the act. The onlookers were disappointed, they enjoyed seeing this ceremony. It set a fire in the loins of those that had been mated for years.

Naylo as he had last year, sat and waited. He knew what was to happen. As multiple members of the tribe coupled around him and the rest watched, the first female stepped forward.

She was tall and thin like many of the women of his tribe. Her hair and eyes were brown. Her breasts were small and her womanhood was covered by a thick and curly mound of hair. She was pretty and would be the first tonight.

These girls knew that Naylo would probably not choose them for mate. It was still beneficial to mount Naylo. Being one that mates with the chosen one raises the girl's prospects to find a suitable protector.

The girl knelt and then placed her mouth on the tip of his penis. His staff began to harden and the girl rose up and impaled herself on his cock. She was bleeding as she had been untouched. Nathan pushed her onto her back and stroke himself in and out. He looked up and saw a line of females waiting. He withdrew himself from the first female. As soon as she stood, a male stepped forward and pushed her to the ground savagely and drove his penis into her. She has been chosen as his concubine and she is pleased.

The next girl places herself on all fours and Naylo kneels behind her. He presses his cock into her waiting orifice. He continues with pumping himself into all of the females that offer themselves to him. When he gets to the last female, she is already waiting on all fours. He pushes his cock into her. It is one of the females that he has fucked many times before. He fucks her hard and raw and when he finally allows himself to cum, he pulls his cock out and finishes on her back. She is quickly chosen by a waiting male.

The males are happy to choose and protect Naylo's cast off women. The chosen one marks these women and the males of the village know that Unger's luck will bless them if they bring them into their family circle. The women are pleased as they are able to procure protectors.

Naylo watched for 2 more years as the members of his tribe began to diminish in number. His own father had died in a raid by another tribe and his mother died soon after his own birth. He had been given into the care of one of his father's concubines, Karini. She was able to feed Naylo as she was breastfeeding her own young. Naylo's brother, Lucati, was just a few months older than he. His eyes were also blue.

Kenari loved both of the boys, but he knew that Unger has chosen Naylo to lead his people. The tribe followed the teachings of Kenari as they remembered the wise, Warlati. Warlati had seen Lucati when he was born, but chose Naylo.

The brothers were 16 years old and waiting for something to happen. Lucati was not as strong as his brother. He however, often sat at the feet of Kenari. Kenari has chosen Lucati as his successor and is training him in the ways of Unger. One day, both brothers would completely control the tribe. For now, they were both young and enjoyed the benefits of being part of the chosen.

Lucati had Pelaina. They did not have children yet. The tribe thought that Pelaina was barren. The couple had decided together that Lucati would pull out of her until they were ready for children.

One of the many woes of the Agrari came in the form of various raids from other tribes. To the south, a sinister tribe, the Hagarme, attacked their village a few years before when the boys were about 10. Kenari had hidden the boys. The brothers watched from the safety of the hollowed hiding spot in the rock surrounding their village. The Hagarme men were brutal and killed many of the Agrari that day. Many of the women and young girls were raped and taken captive. The survivors were the ones that had hidden.

Naylo remembered that day and had been training since the day he learned to sharpen the stone to make a spearhead. With his physical prowess, he was the premier spear thrower in the village. He could kill any prey. His aim was true and his spear deadly. He was a young boy when he witnessed the massacre and rape of his village, but he vowed to protect his people by any means necessary.

Naylo and Lucati often went hunting together in the surrounding foliage to bring meat back to the village. On such a day, a few months before the cold would come, they were returning from a productive hunt. When they reached their village, something did not seem quite right. The quiet was eerie and still.

Naylo motioned to Lucati and they stealthily circled the village. A copper smell seeped into their nostrils as they spied the first body. The great Agrari had lost at least 5 of its finest warriors on that day. When the survivors saw that Lucati and Naylo had returned, they began to materialize.

Lucati was a man possessed as he searched for his beloved. She came to him out of the foliage. He wrapped his arms around her.

The tribe numbered 35 before the attack, with the deaths and the kidnappings the number was less than 30. Naylo and Lucati began to discuss a game plan. Lucati wanted to find the Hagarme and wipe them from the land. Naylo wanted the same, but his gaze saw a figure with a long Hagarme spear protruding from the chest.

"Kenari…" Naylo whispers and Lucati's attention is turned to the body. Naylo does not know if this is part of the prophecy, but he and Lucati begin making plans.

"We can't risk losing anyone else. One of us should go and see what the Hagarme are up to and if it is possible to get our people back. The other one needs to take our people to the cave at the ridge until the other returns," Lucati begins.

"You are the one that should lead our people as the prophecy says," Lucati says.

"I never believed so much in this prophecy. I have never felt like Unger has told me to do anything, but if you think that is how we should proceed. So be it, wise man," Naylo agrees.

Lucati plans to leave in the early morning to go to the enemy tribe, but his brother Naylo does not want his brother to take that risk. Lucati should stay with Pelaina and their mother, Karini.

In the dead of night when Naylo is on watch and the weary sleep, he gathers a few items and his spear and begins the trek to the lands of the Hagarme. He knows that his brother will not follow him. The tribe will need his wise counsel and leadership. There is no other left that can take care of the tribe. Lucati will be forced to take them to the cave and wait for Naylo to return.

Naylo's hair is tied back with a primitive animal hide strip. His dark hair is in the fashion of the tribe. Long and dark falling in locks unkempt and wild down his back, His feet are protected by fur coverings. His skin boasts a golden tan. The cold has not reached the land and the air is still warm. Around his hips, an animal hide covers his buttocks and his penis.

The Hagarme tribe is nestled at the base of the peaked rock about 3 days walk from where Naylo started. He is making great time and is careful to hunt and rest as is needed. On the third day, Naylo arrives at the base camp. They must still be raiding as there are only 4 men in their village.

He sneaks around the camp to see if he can find any of his people alive. He sees a pit dug in the ground. The men are looking down into the pit and laughing.

One reaches down and pulls a small girl out of the hole. He cannot see her face, but he knows that she must be terrified. She is kicking and screaming.

The men are speaking the Common Tongue.

"Hot little one. I can't wait to skewer her on my rod," one of the men says.

"Jujanko will want her first. She said she was untouched," another man said.

"He will never know. We can all have a little taste first. Such a hot little one, no one will believe that she was really untouched.

The men surround her as one holds her arms above her head and two others hold her legs apart. They have all removed their animal hides. The first man steps forward with his cock in his hand. He is palming her breasts. The girl is screaming hysterically as the man slumps over her. The other 3 are confused as they see a long spear being pulled out of the back of his head.

Naylo quickly sticks the spear through the next man's throat. He is such an expert with the spear that all 4 men were dead in a matter of seconds. He took them by surprise and they did not have a chance to react.

The man was still on top of the girl and she was struggling under the dead weight. He pulled the body off of her and saw her face for the first time. Her face was fair and eyes were deep pools of brown. Her hair was the color of the deep russet color of the leaves that would be falling from the trees soon.

Her breasts were full and her nipples were a pink. Her belly was firm and slightly rounded. She looked very fertile and healthy. She also looked very scared. She turned and tried to get up from the ground and that was when he viewed her supple backside and her shapely legs. She was beautiful and tiny, so much smaller than the Agrari women.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he reached down to pick her up.

She began struggling in his arms and spit on him. He decided that she would be better off with him than out on her on, but he needed to take another look around the village before the rest of the Hagarme returned. He knew she was scared as he lowered her back into the pit. She fell in a heap at the bottom of the dirt pit and he could hear her beginning to cry.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I will be right back," he says.

Naylo cautiously circled the village. He reached another pit and felt hope. As he looked down, hope died. This pit was filled with bodies. He could see the three of the missing females from his village. His hatred for the Hagarme intensified. He returned to the pit where he left the girl.

"I promise you that I will never hurt you. The rest of the Hagarme will be returning. You will come with me," he says.

Hyra is in the pit, naked, dirty, and afraid. She is making plans. She will let this dark man get her out of the pit. Then she will run. She is the last of her people. The Hagarme had made sure of it.

Naylo reached down and lifted the little one out of the pit. He started to say something as he sat her down. She bolted away from him. Her legs were short and Naylo's were long. His strides overtook her quickly and he pulled her body to his hard chest. She struggled with little success. He tossed her easily over his strong shoulder,

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he placed his palm on her ample ass. Not of the women of his tribe had skin so soft. He held her in that position as he began to walk. Spear in one hand and the woman over his shoulder.

He traveled as far as a day would take him. The woman was passed out from struggling and exhaustion. He laid her down on the soft moss of the forest bed and then lay beside her. He brushed her hair from her face and watched her rest. He was exhausted also and moved behind her.

Hyra awoke feeling the hardness of the man. She listened and he was breathing evenly like he was asleep. She decided to try and run. She started to move and felt an iron grasp on her wrist.

"If I wanted to hurt you, little one, I would have already done so," he said.

She was angry and upset. She did not fully trust the man, but it was true that he had not hurt her. She had no people. She was alone and had no one left. She began to cry again.

"Little one, I don't know what happened to you, but the Hagarme killed some of our people. Where are your people? I can take you to them," Naylo says.

"I am the last. The Hagarme made sure. The ones of my village that they did not kill right away, lay dead in the pit you saw," Hyra said through her tears.

Naylo felt the warm salty liquid on his arm. She was still naked in his arms. Tomorrow, he would kill an animal so that she could cloth herself. He did not think that he could keep his hands off of her otherwise. He was trying not to think of her lush body.

"We can decide what to do in the morning. The only option I see is that you can come back to my village," Naylo offered.

"Yes, then a man will rape me and put a babe in my belly. I guess it is better than being dead," Hyra sobs.

"Agrari men do not rape. We only accept willing women. You will be safe. You will be under my protection," he says.

"I am called Naylo."

"Hyra," she returns.

She closes her eyes and feels safe for the first time since being kidnapped. She awakes a few hours later alone. She sits up to see Naylo skinning an animal. He throws the small hide toward her.

"There is a stream over there to wash," he says.

She notices that he is clean and that his chest is still wet. His hide that usually covered his manhood is hanging on a limb. Her eyes travel lower to the enormous organ between his thighs. She quickly lifts her eyes to his face and notices how handsome the large man is for the first time. He has facial hair, like all men of this time. It is dark and his beard is gathered by crude ties that start at his chin. She feels her cheeks flush as she meets his startling blue eyes.

He laughs to himself as she runs toward the stream trying to cover her lush backside with the hide. He studied her form in the early morning as she slept. When the light began shining a little between the leaves of the trees he could see the girl, her hair was knotted and long and fell to the swell of her hips. She was tiny in stature, but her body was soft and feminine. He closed his eyes as he remembered every detail of her naked form. He was surprised to see that the mound between her legs was covered with a small amount of sparse hair. The hair was so very little and light that he could see the lips of her mound. He remember the other women that he had fucked. He did not know that women parts could look like that. Unger was feeling generous the day he made this girl.

Hyra rushed to the stream and dips her toe in the rushing water. She sees some of the plants that her people use to cleanse their bodies and hair and pulls the leaves off of the nearby bush. She began washing her face and hair. When her body felt clean, she cleansed her mouth and her teeth.

She laid on the bank of the stream to dry. She heard movement a little while later and reached to grab the hide to cover herself. Naylo stepped between two trees with his hide in place.

"We should leave soon," he says.

Instead of leaving her, he steps to her seated form and sits behind her. He begins running his hands through her semi dry hair in an effort to help her with the knots.

Hyra is feeling immense pleasure as she feels his fingers pulling through her tresses.

Naylo tries to ignore the stirring in his loins as the smell of her clean fresh hair and body assault his nose. He looks at her shoulders and sees small flecks. He is compelled to kiss these little freckles. As his lips touch her skin, she is startled and moves away quickly.

"I'm sorry. It's time to leave, we have a 5 day walk ahead of us. My people will be waiting for us in a cave 3 days walk from our village," he says.

She wraps the hide around her hips. Her ass is barely covered by the fur. He should have tried to kill at least one more animal. Her breasts were still on display.

With his spear in hand, he directed her to walk in the correct direction. Her beautiful ass cheeks were playfully bouncing under the edge of the hide. He could see the jiggle of her breasts. He decided that he would walk ahead of her.

It seemed that they had walked for miles. Hyra was just 15, but a woman grown. She was pure and untouched for the day she joined with her mate. This man had save her from being defiled. She studied each ripple of his muscles as he moved in front of her through the forest. Her woman parts were feeling tingly as she watched his strong body and she thought of him unknotting her hair and kissing her shoulder. Each step was torture as her clit was moving with each rubbing stride.

Finally, it was getting dark and Naylo decided to find a safe place for them to sleep. He found a hollowed out tree.

"I need to relieve myself," she said.

"Don't go far," he says.

She relieved herself and went a little further away. Her womanhood was on fire from watching and thinking about Naylo all day. She needed to slip her hands between her folds and have some type of release. She had heard the other girls in her village talk about using their fingers on themselves, but this is the first time she has ever felt the fire in her loins. She looked to make sure that Naylo wasn't coming to look for her.

She laid down on her back and slipped her hand beneath the fur covering. She squeezed her breast and rubbed over her nipple. She slid her fingers up and down over the little button. She could feel her wetness.

Naylo was beginning to worry about Hyra. He walked in the direction that she walked. He heard some soft moans as he came upon her on the ground. She was bathed in moonlight and he could see that she was pleasuring herself.

She was unaware that he was watching her. He reached under his animal skin and began stroking his unfurled cock. He watched as she turned onto her stomach and writhed against her fingers. Her beautiful ass was pumping up and down as she sought release.

His release came quickly as he watched her cum. She rolled onto her back before he could step back into the shadows. A flush crossed her face as she shut her legs and covered her breasts with her hands.

"Agrari men do not rape," he said as he walked to the stream to clean himself. She knew that he would not hurt her and soon followed him to clean herself also. She then followed him back to the hollowed out tree.

Although he pleasured himself, he wanted to bury himself within her. He did not hold her as he had the previous night. He turned away from her. Sleep did not come easily for either one of them as they lie back to back.

In the light of morning, they began to walk again. There was still a long walk ahead of them.

The day had grown hot for this time of year. He had killed a few more animals for meat and skins. She now had a covering over her breasts. They used the rope like thin vines around the trees to secure their hides. Her body was covered, but Naylo could close his eyes and recount every detail of her tiny body.

The skin seems to raise his desire as much as when she was naked. Her breasts were pushed up against the animal skin and formed a delightfully soft roundness. He wanted to rip off the skin and see the peaks. The day was boiling and the sweat was dripping off of their bodies.

They both fought it, but they eventually removed the skins to cool off in the nearby stream. He made her a crude tie for her hair. He knew that having the hair off of her neck would make the day seem less stifling.

He watched her gather her hair in her hands and in the sunlight. He sees a small star shaped birthmark behind her right ear. When her hair was down he could not see it.

He has found his mate. The prophecy was not about a star in the heavens. It was about his little one.

From the heavens, Unger and all the other gods and goddesses looked with rapt fascination. Unger had planned the prophecy, but he had intended Naylo to follow an actual star in the sky. The Dinalti Star shone more brightly than all other stars in the sky. Following the direction of the star would lead his Agrari people to a lush land of promise. The land had much room, vegetation, and game for his beloved people to thrive. When the cold time came there were many caves and large mammoths to kill for their meat. The mammoth meat would sustain them through the cold months of the winter.

Unger was not angry that Naylo would not follow the star in the sky, he was intrigued. With Unger all things are good and possible, but even he enjoyed a rare surprise. He would watch his beings, but he knew that the final prophecy would be upheld.