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Hmm I suppose it has been awhile since I've made a journal entry...does anyone actually read these without me bothering them to do so?
Just a thought I guess, but no one ever seems to comment here unless I've told them to read and comment my last entries....I mean sure I don't read all of the journals my friends have (considering that I have over 45 friends I think I'm allowed to skip a few here and there) But I do have a few subscribed Journals to keep track of some of my best friend's journals and check regularly but maybe that's just me being weird again.
Do most people find reading others journals as boring or annoying? or do they read them but don't leave comments?
*shrug*
A young tanned boy in his young teens lie on the ground, an ear to the earth, his eyes closed in concentration, his hair as dark as his sun kissed skin covering half of his face as the wind flew by, his brown and green headband doing nothing to keep it out of his face.
thump
The boy's ears twitched.
thumpata thumpata thumpata
His eyes snapped open, a bright shining green as he stood up, grabbing his bow and quiver and lugging them on his back as he ran South through the lush green trees at an incredibly high speed for a human.
"Elder Royu! Elder Royu!" He called desperately as he ran past the fence of logs, running into the heart of his small village, many of the residents looking at him with question in their dark earthy brown eyes. A man of late 30's stood in his way as he tried to enter a clay home larger than the others. He growled at the man.
"Let me through Riku! This is important!"
The man now known as Riku folded his arms with a smirk on his features, shaking his head to get his graying hair out of his face. "What do you want Koita, you know you can not speak to the elder without proper permission."
The boy tried to push his way past Riku but to no avail, instead getting pushed back and falling to the ground, his head band falling to one side and catching on one of his large deep green oval earrings. "Look you don't understand! There's something coming from the North! A lot of them whatever they are! I have to talk to the elder!"
Riku laughed. "It's probably just some small herd of dear or something. You're not a skilled enough ranger to be able to tell. You're just a kid, how dare you try to raise an alarm on something you know nothing about." He sneered at the growling Koita. "Now why don't you go get yourself cleaned up little pup and leave this sort of thing for the men."
An older woman with a small woven basket from the crowd of onlookers stepped up. "Koita may just be a child but he's more skilled in tracking then many of the men here! What if it's something serious?" Several of the others murmured their agreement. It was Riku's turn to growl.
"Silence woman, stay out of this." He raised a fist, threatening her. A hand fell on his shoulder from inside the clay home.
"Calm yourself Riku. I will check what Koita says personally." A wrinkling man but still younger in reality with warm green eyes stepped out of the home, the onlookers and Koita immediately bowed slightly as he walked out, Riku looked annoyed. "Don't bother second chief Saitakiten! I'm sure the pup's just reading animal packs."
"Even still we can never be too safe, if the boy is right then we need to prepare for what may be ahead." Saitakiten walked toward the logged gates, waving for Koita to follow. Hesitantly he did as told, fixing his headband as he did so.
"You said from the North yes Koita?"
"Ah, y-yes Second Chief!" He said stiffly.
With grace Saitakiten knelt to the ground, his fingers moving over the earth as he bent down to his stomach, one ear to the ground as he breathed in.
Thumpata Thumpata Thumpata
He opened his eyes and sat up, contemplating, the other onlookers who had followed began to mummer to themselves. Koita hesitated.
"Um...Second Chief Saitakiten?" He asked quietly.
Saitakiten sighed. "Strange...it sounds like horses but the sound is too heavy for it to just be horses...people riding them maybe? If so then we should prepare ourselves, we know not who they are or if they are friendly. Keep the women and children inside! Men prepare yourselves should there be a need to fight! Koita." He turned to Koita, resting his hands on the boy's shoulders and staring directly into his eyes. "I know you wish to protect the village but you need to be with the women and children understand?"
"But-"
"No Koita. You are young, I will not risk a young child boy or girl be risking their lives regardless of the situation. You have your whole life ahead of you. Besides, you need to protect the women and children understand?"
Koita looked ready for a protest but sighed, looking disappointed. "...Alright...I'll protect the women and children" He repeated, defeated as he walked back inside the village which was now busy with men finding their spears and bows and arrows while the women and children hugged their husbands and fathers and sprinkled them with water mixed with cut up leaves for good luck before walking into the Elder's home where a secret basement with a tunnel leading out of the village and behind the mountains South. There he stayed at the stairs to the first floor, his bow and an arrow at his side just in case.
Back outside the Chief stood in front of all the men who waited near the North village entrance, Saitakiten to his right with a calm face as they heard the thumping of the horses hooves on the earth coming closer. Men on horses appeared at the entrance. The men of the village gasped at their appearance, unlike anything they have ever seen before.
"What kind of men are these? Spirits?" One of the men asked.
"Such strange clothing..." Another whispered.
Indeed these men were very strange to the village men, their skin was a pearly white, blinding compared to the dark earthy sun kissed brown of the villagers, and their clothes...a strange material unknown to them, light and thin, their clothes where of many different colours, instead of the usual earth browns and greens of the village, strange circles lining the center of their tops that kept them together one supposed and strange un-toed shaped things on their feet, odd shaped headbands with tops that covered the tops of their heads and strange long wood sticks with a silvery hard substance on parts of them where being held by them in hand, a few pointed at the villagers.
They spoke in some unknown gruff language, the one who seemed to be their leader yelled some command of some sort, the men raised their sticks.
A loud sound was heard from below the Elder's home, many of the women and children jumped, Koita gripped his bow tighter as he heard a few men from above call out. More loud noises were heard and more calls of pain floated down the stairs, some of the children began to cry. A few sticks of fire was thrown down the stairs, Koita flinching out of the way. The place began to smoke as children began so scream from the fire.
"Get out of here! Use the tunnel!" Koita called through the smoke, coughing as he led some stray children towards the tunnel, making sure that they were all out of the room. Koita looked towards the stairs. "Be alright Father..." He muttered wearily as he followed the others through the tunnel. The sun burned his eyes as he stepped out of the tunnel, an arm moving up to shield his eyes as he was tackled to the ground unexpectedly. Struggling did nothing as his writs and legs were bound tightly making him flinch. He opened his eyes, ready to glare at whoever had attacked him, but his eyes widened at the scene. All the women and children above the age of 10 were bound and tied as he was, the other babies however lie in a pile of bloody bodies with the elderly, their surviving family members crying. Their eerily white skinned captors in strange clothing sneered down at him, he was the oldest and only boy in the group he noticed, all the other boys in the village had either been accepted as adults or were only toddlers and babies. They raised his chin and spoke in some strange language as they looked into his half glaring, half afraid eyes. The men laughed as they picked him and the other crying women up and thew them in the back of this strange wooden cart being pulled by horses. His mother lie next to him, shaking and in tears.
"Dear god what has happened to us? What has happened to our men? My husband, where are you Saitakiten?" She whispered though her tears.
 Fizzyology · Fri Oct 03, 2008 @ 07:00am · 2 Comments |
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