One warm desert day, a small, red-haired, black-eyed, pale skinned boy named Carsib was playing with several children of his tribe. They were careening around with thin sticks for toy swords, playing war games as young children do. His mother, a lovely young woman named Anana, called him in for dinner. All in all it was a typical day for cute, five-year-old.
Later that evening, as he readied for sleep, his beutiful, dark-eyed, dark haired, pale mother comed the silky red hair, inherited from his father. She crooned his name and whispered words of endearment, songs, and poems to the sleepy child.
A few years pass and the now seven-year-old Carsib started school. Though he was the same sweet young boy, the tribe treated him and his family differently than they had just two years previously. Carsib didn't know too much about that though.
As the weeks passed, Carsib began to notice that his instructer treated him worse than he did the others. Carsib was often singled out for punishment.
Soon even the other students were cruel to him. Carsib could no longer ingnore his family's fall from grace. It became apparent that something must be done or everything would explode in his parents faces.
The explosion happend one stormy night just a few weeks after Carsib had realized that something was very seriously wrong. The village elder, Araibod, and several of the most important people of his village were gathered in his family's tent.
"I just need more time! I have a family to care for! Give me more time please!" his father, Asho, had pleaded desparatly
"There will be no more time in this tribe for you, Oath Breaker! And you should have considered your family before you broke your word to me!" Araibod snapped.
Carsib cried pittifully as he and his parents packed their possesions and left the tribe to wander the desert as outcasts.
Later that evening, as he readied for sleep, his beutiful, dark-eyed, dark haired, pale mother comed the silky red hair, inherited from his father. She crooned his name and whispered words of endearment, songs, and poems to the sleepy child.
A few years pass and the now seven-year-old Carsib started school. Though he was the same sweet young boy, the tribe treated him and his family differently than they had just two years previously. Carsib didn't know too much about that though.
As the weeks passed, Carsib began to notice that his instructer treated him worse than he did the others. Carsib was often singled out for punishment.
Soon even the other students were cruel to him. Carsib could no longer ingnore his family's fall from grace. It became apparent that something must be done or everything would explode in his parents faces.
The explosion happend one stormy night just a few weeks after Carsib had realized that something was very seriously wrong. The village elder, Araibod, and several of the most important people of his village were gathered in his family's tent.
"I just need more time! I have a family to care for! Give me more time please!" his father, Asho, had pleaded desparatly
"There will be no more time in this tribe for you, Oath Breaker! And you should have considered your family before you broke your word to me!" Araibod snapped.
Carsib cried pittifully as he and his parents packed their possesions and left the tribe to wander the desert as outcasts.