"Something is coming," she whispered. Lord Kres put his hand on her shoulder.
"I know. I will rally the others," he replied. The warriors took to the skies or the trees to act as watchmen. The villagers hid in their stone homes. If anything went wrong the children and their families would remain undiscovered. Karuku paced anxiously inside her own house; the only noticeable structure in the entire village.
"Calm down. You're making me more nervous than I already am," sighed the Lady Kriva.
"I can't. I just have this feeling…this won't go well. I can already smell the blood." Kriva almost dropped the bow she held.
"Do not say that…please." Karuku stopped and stared at her mother. She rushed over and hugged her tightly.
"I'm sorry, mother. But it's only the truth." Kriva held her daughter for a moment, then the two women released each other.
"Take a look." She held out the bow so Karuku could see it more clearly.
"Nicely done mother," she said with a sneaky smile. "The marks are barely visible, but it looks much stronger."
"A proper bow for a priestess," said Kriva with a smile, and pushed the bow into Karuku's hands.