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Nuka

Beast Master Chidi

Wayra

Hey peeps! I know, I know, it's been waaaaaayyyyyy to long. But it's GCSE exam season and I have to revise! But thanks to the common cold I've actually gotten some time to write this! Ok, I won't bore you now, go ahead and enjoy the chapter…

Chapter Three:

I'm Not Sleeping

The stars were sprinkled over the human tribe's village, decorating the sky as if it were a glittering ocean. But this beauty was wasted on them; the people down there, who were all comfortable sleeping in their tents.

Especially one boy... Roshan snuggled into his bearskin while he was in a deep slumber. He often dreamt of passing his manhood test and his favorite snacks, but tonight his thoughts consisted of another kind of dream… a nightmare…

"Hey! Where am I?"

In his dream he stood by a waterfall, near a cliff's edge. Everything was eerily quiet… too quiet… Roshan searched with his emerald eyes for another human being, anyone that could bring him out of this solitude…

Unfortunately he got his wish.

A roar and a war cry broke through the air, below Roshan's place on the cliff, was a battlefield. A war broke out, between man and saber, enemies and rivals in nature's law. Roshan stood there in his place, he didn't even dare to breathe. His skin grew pale at the sight of so many dying down there, in that village.

So many of those warriors reminded him of some of the men in his tribe. They couldn't have been older then his father…

And what were those filthy sabers doing destroying their home? The village hadn't done anything to them!

… Well… it just proved what all of his friends and family thought about those monsters…

But the chief's son was only about to be horrified.

He heard another blood curling war coming from the edge of the waterfall. Roshan gasped at the sight. There an innocent woman was being edged over the waterfall by a ruthless saber, which had chased her down into her vulnerable position.

Roshan desperately wanted to do something, but without a weapon or a way to get to the poor victim safely, he was useless.

That's saber's green eyes glinted with malice, toying with his prey as he went and enjoying every minute of it. The woman he had cornered looked at him straight in the eye, even with the obvious fear that radiated her. Roshan's eyes spotted something clutched in her hands, a bundle of rags. Why would she be carrying a pile of rags when she was just about to go over the cliff?

A soft cry came. It sounded like… like a baby! That woman was protecting her baby!

Never in his life, had Roshan been more ready to fight. Attacking a defenseless woman was one thing, but threatening her child too! The injustice was despicable! He didn't care if he had no weapons; he would take that saber down with his bare hands!

But before he could even step forward, his heart stopped at what was happening.

The woman took one last look at her child, clinging to him close, before hurdling herself over the edge! Quickly, the white steam from the waterfall engulfed her and she was never seen again.

"MUM!" He cried out, without even thinking, tears cutting his face. She was gone…

"Roshan!"

"Mum! Mum!" Roshan almost chorused in his sleep, as he was being shaken constantly.

"Roshan wake up!" A cold hard slap collided with his face. The cold touch sure woke up Roshan, as he cupped his own, sore cheek.

"Ow!" He groaned rubbing his face. He narrowed his eyes at the person who dared to wake him up, and in the middle of the night too!

"Well your welcome." A sarcastic voice came. Roshan was met with a pair of warm, brown eyes that almost had a mischievous glint to them. They belonged to a girl, who was covered in a heavy coat with a furry hood that hid her black hair.

"Was there really a need to slap me Wayra?" Roshan snapped.

"Well, you wouldn't wake up when I asked you too, so I had no choice!" She retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. The boy rolled his eyes at her, not bothering to retaliate. Suddenly Wayra turned to being concerned for her friend, moving closer to him. "What were you dreaming about Roshan? I heard you scream for your mother… Are you gonna be all right?"

Roshan turned away from her. He didn't want to say anything about his dream, or she would have thought he was weak. Everyone all ready had a low opinion of his strength; he didn't want one of his friends to think that way about him too.

"It's nothing Wayra, I'll be fine." The chief's son replied briefly. But the hooded girl wouldn't give up, she would find out what was wrong, if it were the last thing she did. Keeping things to yourself never helped in a situation like this. The girl could tell her friend was facing an inner turmoil and she would not allow him to face it alone.

"Yeah, but you're not fine now! And I want to know why." She said, glaring down at Roshan. He ignored her yet again.

"Just leave me alone Wayra." Roshan muttered, snuggling up to his bed again, trying to regain some sleep.

"No!" Wayra protested.

"I'll call my father!"

"Go ahead, I don't care!" Wayra hissed. The chief's son growled at the female, it was frustrating having a friend whom was this stubborn.

"Fine then, if you're not leaving, then I will!" Roshan threw off the covers and stormed out of his tent, leaving a slightly surprised Wayra behind. The female's shocked gaze followed him out of the room, several things buzzing back and forth her mind.

"Fine! Be like all the stupid males around here!" She barked at his back, crossing her arms.

Roshan ventured out into the cold night, strutting off to the place he was daydreaming at only this afternoon. He kicked one of the mighty rocks off the cliff's edge, huffing and puffing around like an angry mammoth. After releasing his anger out on the clearing, he collapsed onto his favorite spot, taking in the night's fresh breeze.

Stupid Wayra… why can't she be like the other girl's in the tribe? They are A LOT less nosy then her… A man's business is his own and nobody else's! Every other girl understands that! Roshan thought. But Wayra's not like other girls… Maybe she actually wanted to help me…

"I'm an idiot." Roshan said to himself, holding onto his knees. "If only I talked to Wayra about that stupid dream!"

Speaking of his dream… why had he called out for his mother? He never knew his mother… in fact, he never thought about her until now… sure he had seen other kids with their mothers, but he never felt like he was missing out on anything.

This was all stupid… that dream was stupid… crying over it was stupid… arguing over it with one of his friends over it was stupid… Basically, the dream was stupid! It had only played with his sub conscious a few minutes ago and it was messing his life already.

As if it wasn't hard enough already...

Meanwhile, with Sid, Manfred and Diego…

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Home! Home on the range!" The happy sloth sang, out loud and proud. To go with the melody, he had even made his own special interpretive dance. "Iya wa! Iya wa! Iya wa!"

"Will you shut up!" Manny snapped at the small sloth, making him back into a pile of thorn bushes.

"AHHHHH! OW! ARGH! THIS HURTS! THIS REALLY HURTS! OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL SLOTHS IT HURTS!" Again he danced in pain, struggling to get the thorns out of his fur. "OMG! I THINK THEY GOT INTO MY BUTT!"

'Sigh!' came from Manny and Diego. The saber slapped his forehead at the sight of Sid, having yet ANOTHER fit of pain.

"At this rate we'll never get to our destination." Diego growled. "Even if we travel at night too."

"You know even though it's easy to blame Sid, it's not his fault for the rate of speed we're going at…" Manny trailed off.

"You're right…"

"You know what it is right?"

"What?"

"You know… I'm saying that we're… you know… getting old." Manfred managed to say. The hunter widened his eyes at the statement, holding his mouth to stop himself from laughing his head off.

"Old? Us?" He chuckled. "You must be going senile Manfred! We're not getting old! We're just… earning new experiences..." Diego said, drifting into his little space in his mind.

"You call aching bones a new experience?" Manny asked, a sarcastic tone accompanying his question.

"I don't know what you're talking about…"

"IT BURNS!" Sid screamed again, his constant cries of anguish constantly being ignored. "MY LIFE IS FLASHING! BEFORE MY EYES!"

"Shut up Sid." Diego said in a monotone voice. "It can't hurt THAT much."

"Oh yeah, well lets see." Sid took one sharp thorn from a bush and pricked the saber right in the…

"OW! MY BUTT! IT BURNS!" Diego screamed in a very high pitched voice. "I'm gonna get you!"

And so the game of cat and mouse (Or saber and sloth) began once again. The old mammoth watched and smacked his own forehead.

I don't believe I have to spend the rest of my life with them! He thought to himself. But the old guy would never admit he would be lost without them. Even if they had no idea how to get to their destination.

End of Chapter Three

Yes, I know that was pitifully short. But you know my reasons. But fret not! Soon I will be making more and more updates? Why you ask? Because soon it will be the summer holidays for me and during that time I am always in the mood for writing! So until the 21st of July, you'll have to wait patiently.

Thank you for reading and I would like to see you soon.

Bye!

(PS. If you want an idea on what Wayra looks like, just look on my profile under the links section and there will be a link to a picture. Just imagine her being a bit younger.)