Monster History, Lesson 4
The group of Mans and Mons faced each other, barely able to contain their animosity, but also unable to decide what to do. Finally, the chief of the Mans spoke.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, with a reprimand in his voice. "You aren't really thinking about fighting us, are you? You're not people; why should we have any hesitation about killing all of you?"
"Because you're related to some of them!" a clear female voice called from the crowd of Mons. She pushed her way forward, revealing herself to be none other than Long Tail's mother. "Or have you forgotten your son?"
"I don't have a son in your number, deserter," the chief said acidly. "The only son I have is up in that cave."
The woman scowled. "So you left me for some other woman. I'd say you're the deserter."
Angry, the chief struck her. Suddenly, out of the darkness, Sharp Mind yelled, "Come on, everybody! Get them!" And then, both groups launched into the fray, in the first revolution in history.
It was this scene that the adventurous young Mans saw. Never had they seen a Mon up this close before, and not even the adults had seen a battle before. The scene had scarred them for life. The chief's son, Long Tail's half-brother, was a violent and vengeful chief in his adulthood as a result. The mothers had come too late to save their children from the sight of battle, but barely soon enough to see any of them die.
Long Tail slunk into the storerooms first, and was struck by how much there was. Then he was angered by it. It was hardly fair.
He waved a hand in the dark to beckon his companions forward. This is for Lithe and our children, he thought as he grabbed some hides and started wrapping dried mammoth meat up in them. They've had their way long enough.
The group of Mons had raided about three quarters of the place before they realized they couldn't carry any more. So with that they lit out as silently as they had come, their loot on their backs.
But the sight they came to was hardly pretty. Four Mans and two Mons had died already in the battle, and several on each side were seriously injured. Suddenly, the Mans chief whistled. The sound startled both sides into stopping to stare at him.
"I have had enough of you people!" he howled. "I don't want to see any of you ever again! You have three days to get out, or else we'll kill the rest of you!" He turned on heel and stomped back to the cave, the other Mans following in bewilderment.
After the Mans had all left, the Mons' shock began to wear off and they started to talk amongst themselves.
"Did he really mean it?"
"Where on earth does he expect us to go?"
"I don't think he can really kill us all. I mean, we killed more of them than they did of us, didn't they?"
"I don't think we should leave, really. We should stand up to him again."
"I think we should go. Then we'll never have to deal with any of them again, ever."
"What's the point? They're everywhere! They'll just keep sending us away."
"There has to be someplace without those snots!"
"Yeah, right. They're so populous that they could exterminate us as easily as those flat-headed folk. We're doomed."
Luckily, at that very moment, Long Tail and his crew emerged from the trees. "We may not be doomed. The Mans have been hiding more from us than just their food."
Cringes in shame No tomatoes, please. I know I promised a week, and
here it is almost a whole school year later. PLEASE, I hate tomatoes!! I
like broccoli, though... Clears throat Okay, that was random. I am
sorry it took me so long, but my English teacher has had me writing
essays constantly all year, and it really sucks. Please review so I can
know whether or not my huge gap of not writing affected the story at all.
Meep.
The group of Mans and Mons faced each other, barely able to contain their animosity, but also unable to decide what to do. Finally, the chief of the Mans spoke.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, with a reprimand in his voice. "You aren't really thinking about fighting us, are you? You're not people; why should we have any hesitation about killing all of you?"
"Because you're related to some of them!" a clear female voice called from the crowd of Mons. She pushed her way forward, revealing herself to be none other than Long Tail's mother. "Or have you forgotten your son?"
"I don't have a son in your number, deserter," the chief said acidly. "The only son I have is up in that cave."
The woman scowled. "So you left me for some other woman. I'd say you're the deserter."
Angry, the chief struck her. Suddenly, out of the darkness, Sharp Mind yelled, "Come on, everybody! Get them!" And then, both groups launched into the fray, in the first revolution in history.
It was this scene that the adventurous young Mans saw. Never had they seen a Mon up this close before, and not even the adults had seen a battle before. The scene had scarred them for life. The chief's son, Long Tail's half-brother, was a violent and vengeful chief in his adulthood as a result. The mothers had come too late to save their children from the sight of battle, but barely soon enough to see any of them die.
Long Tail slunk into the storerooms first, and was struck by how much there was. Then he was angered by it. It was hardly fair.
He waved a hand in the dark to beckon his companions forward. This is for Lithe and our children, he thought as he grabbed some hides and started wrapping dried mammoth meat up in them. They've had their way long enough.
The group of Mons had raided about three quarters of the place before they realized they couldn't carry any more. So with that they lit out as silently as they had come, their loot on their backs.
But the sight they came to was hardly pretty. Four Mans and two Mons had died already in the battle, and several on each side were seriously injured. Suddenly, the Mans chief whistled. The sound startled both sides into stopping to stare at him.
"I have had enough of you people!" he howled. "I don't want to see any of you ever again! You have three days to get out, or else we'll kill the rest of you!" He turned on heel and stomped back to the cave, the other Mans following in bewilderment.
After the Mans had all left, the Mons' shock began to wear off and they started to talk amongst themselves.
"Did he really mean it?"
"Where on earth does he expect us to go?"
"I don't think he can really kill us all. I mean, we killed more of them than they did of us, didn't they?"
"I don't think we should leave, really. We should stand up to him again."
"I think we should go. Then we'll never have to deal with any of them again, ever."
"What's the point? They're everywhere! They'll just keep sending us away."
"There has to be someplace without those snots!"
"Yeah, right. They're so populous that they could exterminate us as easily as those flat-headed folk. We're doomed."
Luckily, at that very moment, Long Tail and his crew emerged from the trees. "We may not be doomed. The Mans have been hiding more from us than just their food."
Cringes in shame No tomatoes, please. I know I promised a week, and
here it is almost a whole school year later. PLEASE, I hate tomatoes!! I
like broccoli, though... Clears throat Okay, that was random. I am
sorry it took me so long, but my English teacher has had me writing
essays constantly all year, and it really sucks. Please review so I can
know whether or not my huge gap of not writing affected the story at all.
Meep.