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13 August 2017 @ 08:38 pm
Sorry that was so late  
Had the weirdest dream, finally gave up and started writing it.

Poor Rael! Now I just have to figure out howcome she's the one in this mess!
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on August 14th, 2017 06:48 pm (UTC)
Always SQUEEE when it comes to Rael!
matapampamuphoff on August 14th, 2017 07:25 pm (UTC)

"There are these horrible people who come around sometimes." The pale child huddled in the corner. Starved and cold. Desperate. Powerful.

"Horrible people?" Rael kept her mental shield as soft as she dared, her head throbbing from her first encounter with the waif. Boy. She was pretty sure he was a boy.

"Yeah. They're like the Vikings in the history books. Loot, rape, pillage and burn. Then they go away for awhile."

"Has this been going on for long? Years?"

The boy raised red eyes. "Forever. A century at least. They like to rape the daughters of the last group. And their daughters. Especially the girls with the power. That's what I've heard. M'mom was one. She couldn't even stand to look at me."

"The grannies said we use to trade with the other tribes, but the water came up. Now there's only the Evil Ones."

"Evil, huh?"

"The grannies say their grannies said they weren't always evil. They bring stuff, they always did. Tools and books. They teach us how to speak like Oners . . . what?" He pressed deeper into his corner, hands covering his ears.

Trying to not hear me, not feel my emotions.

Oners. Action Teamers. I'll bet the entire population of Corsica is at least Halfer. And some are going to be like this child who knocked me on my butt with a single mental scream.

At least that explains why the reception committee was human instead of Neanderthal.