YAAWWWNNN. Tuff stretched and sat up. I looked back over my shoulder
at Samarra, who was still pulling strongly at the thick mat along with
Tuff. She shooed me and told me to continue up the path.
I jogged ahead for a little while, clearing the path as Samarra had told me to, while pondering how I would go about training Tuff's child. Meta Knight had worked long and hard with me, and pushed me to my limits. I had hated the pain. Could I stand forcing that on young children?
But it was the best way to do it I countered myself. It produced a warrior that defeated NME, at least in a physical sense. But I wasn't about to think about that now. No.
What I really wanted to know about were the wolves. Tuff said that wolves had attacked him. The paw prints in the dirt had been huge. At least 12" long. But they had been so faint that they couldn't have been fresher than several weeks. "But there were no other prints!" I cried in frustration. Unless.
Wolfwrath. "No." I murmured. "No, he was huge. heavy. He would have left dark prints. no. he's dead!" I was so confused. Then what could have tried to attack him? I looked up suddenly, and saw a small building.
How long had we been walking? The sun was going down. Then that had to be Tuff's house! I ran back down the path to tell Samarra. When she heard, she quickened her pace. We both hurtled up to the cottage. "Claris!" I called. Tuff's wife appeared in the window. "Kirby!" She called back. We met only once before, at the wedding, but she seemed to remember me. She saw Samarra coming up the path
Claris came out, and I saw that she was definitely pregnant. "Samarra!' She called. "What are you doing here?" She said almost laughingly. Then she saw what Samarra was pulling. "No! Tuff, is he hurt?" She ran to Tuff's side, and with some trouble got down on her knees in the dry soil.
"Honey, you shouldn't be kneeling in your condition," said Tuff. "MY condition?" She said scoldingly to him. "MY CONDITION? I let you wander off, down the mountain side, when you should be at home preparing for the birth, and you come back like this!" Samarra calmed her down.
"Don't chide him miss. He's had a rough time. Leave him alone. Besides, you shouldn't work yourself up like that, especially while with child." Samarra nudged her to her feet. "I want you inside now." She commanded. "It's hot out here, and you need all the rest you can get to prepare for childbirth." Samarra gathered us all into the house. I found out then that Tuff wanted me to stay. It was going to be long wait until the birth.
WAAAAHHHH!! WAHHHH!! Samarra bundled the small child up into a soft cloth, and handed him to Claris. Claris was breathing hard, face red and sweaty from exertion. She looked down on the fruit of her labors. "Hmm." she chuckled breathlessly.
Claris had been struggling for hours with her pain, trying with every fiber of her being to safely deliver her son. She had succeeded. Tuff and Claris now had a healthy baby son. "What shall you name him?" Asked Samarra. There was a moment's hesitation. "Magonumous." The name sent shivers through me. Where had I heard it before? The small child turned to me, eyes blazing with a haunting, alien recognition. His eyes were gold. He didn't seem to really resemble neither Tuff nor Claris, as if he came from anywhere but his own parents. Who is this child? I wondered half out of wonder, half out of terror.
The strange golden eyes gazed around the room, and focused out the window. Outside, the dark new moon made a spot of black starless sky. Magonumous' fixed his stare on the lightless fraction of night sky. I looked around. No one else had noticed the child's strangeness. Mayhap I imagined it?
Claris settled back into her thick blankets, and began nursing. Both mother and child were soon asleep. Tuff sat on her bedside and looked lovingly on them. But even as Samarra began washing up, and cleaning the birth stained sheets, my disturbed feeling refused to leave. I would be spending several years with that child. the child that would perhaps become the hero and savior of dreamland, before the next war would end.
(HA HA! I hope I have annoyed many by making this chapter extremely short. But tell me what you think! The next chapter will begin much farther into the future, in Magonumous' young life, in his training. Be prepared for some weirdness! Keep on reading and reviewing!)
I jogged ahead for a little while, clearing the path as Samarra had told me to, while pondering how I would go about training Tuff's child. Meta Knight had worked long and hard with me, and pushed me to my limits. I had hated the pain. Could I stand forcing that on young children?
But it was the best way to do it I countered myself. It produced a warrior that defeated NME, at least in a physical sense. But I wasn't about to think about that now. No.
What I really wanted to know about were the wolves. Tuff said that wolves had attacked him. The paw prints in the dirt had been huge. At least 12" long. But they had been so faint that they couldn't have been fresher than several weeks. "But there were no other prints!" I cried in frustration. Unless.
Wolfwrath. "No." I murmured. "No, he was huge. heavy. He would have left dark prints. no. he's dead!" I was so confused. Then what could have tried to attack him? I looked up suddenly, and saw a small building.
How long had we been walking? The sun was going down. Then that had to be Tuff's house! I ran back down the path to tell Samarra. When she heard, she quickened her pace. We both hurtled up to the cottage. "Claris!" I called. Tuff's wife appeared in the window. "Kirby!" She called back. We met only once before, at the wedding, but she seemed to remember me. She saw Samarra coming up the path
Claris came out, and I saw that she was definitely pregnant. "Samarra!' She called. "What are you doing here?" She said almost laughingly. Then she saw what Samarra was pulling. "No! Tuff, is he hurt?" She ran to Tuff's side, and with some trouble got down on her knees in the dry soil.
"Honey, you shouldn't be kneeling in your condition," said Tuff. "MY condition?" She said scoldingly to him. "MY CONDITION? I let you wander off, down the mountain side, when you should be at home preparing for the birth, and you come back like this!" Samarra calmed her down.
"Don't chide him miss. He's had a rough time. Leave him alone. Besides, you shouldn't work yourself up like that, especially while with child." Samarra nudged her to her feet. "I want you inside now." She commanded. "It's hot out here, and you need all the rest you can get to prepare for childbirth." Samarra gathered us all into the house. I found out then that Tuff wanted me to stay. It was going to be long wait until the birth.
WAAAAHHHH!! WAHHHH!! Samarra bundled the small child up into a soft cloth, and handed him to Claris. Claris was breathing hard, face red and sweaty from exertion. She looked down on the fruit of her labors. "Hmm." she chuckled breathlessly.
Claris had been struggling for hours with her pain, trying with every fiber of her being to safely deliver her son. She had succeeded. Tuff and Claris now had a healthy baby son. "What shall you name him?" Asked Samarra. There was a moment's hesitation. "Magonumous." The name sent shivers through me. Where had I heard it before? The small child turned to me, eyes blazing with a haunting, alien recognition. His eyes were gold. He didn't seem to really resemble neither Tuff nor Claris, as if he came from anywhere but his own parents. Who is this child? I wondered half out of wonder, half out of terror.
The strange golden eyes gazed around the room, and focused out the window. Outside, the dark new moon made a spot of black starless sky. Magonumous' fixed his stare on the lightless fraction of night sky. I looked around. No one else had noticed the child's strangeness. Mayhap I imagined it?
Claris settled back into her thick blankets, and began nursing. Both mother and child were soon asleep. Tuff sat on her bedside and looked lovingly on them. But even as Samarra began washing up, and cleaning the birth stained sheets, my disturbed feeling refused to leave. I would be spending several years with that child. the child that would perhaps become the hero and savior of dreamland, before the next war would end.
(HA HA! I hope I have annoyed many by making this chapter extremely short. But tell me what you think! The next chapter will begin much farther into the future, in Magonumous' young life, in his training. Be prepared for some weirdness! Keep on reading and reviewing!)