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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Six

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The coming night cast its darkening shadows across the land, the once blazing brilliance of the day giving way to the dappled deep purples that shrouded the hills. A small camp fire snapped and sparked away in a sheltered bowl in the hills. Over it a scrawny rabbit cooked, one that Lakach had brought down. After a day spent hunting, it had been the only game he had seen.

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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Four

In the rugged wilds of the hill country the Aedring called home, the lot of the goat herders was no easy one. Assigned to the care of the young, both boys and girls, there were many threats that could strike at any moment. Wild beasts roamed the hills, always on the look out for an easy meal. During times of blood feuds, there were raids from other clans to be worried about. Fierce storms could sweep down at any moment, or recalcitrant animals could wander off. Else times, the boredom was the greatest threat.

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And Now For Something Different

For the next four Wednesdays, I will be posting up something a little different than the current selection of stories.  Each post will be a short story of between one to two thousand words that form the The Cahuac Cycle.  In time there will be more stories in the collection, though they are as of yet not written.

These are fantasy, but not your typical fantasy – they are mythic fantasy from the dawn of time, tales from a people called the Aracan about their greatest ancestor-hero, Cahuac, his adventures and how the world came to be as it is.

The first four stories are Cahuac and the Sun, The Bowl of Storms, Cahuac and the Bees and Wolf and the Stars

Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Five

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Zethar walked down from the dry, rolling hills towards the valley that cut through them. Fields spread out through the valley, just as brown as the hills. The leaves of the trees that grew through the lower parts of the hills were withered as well, curled up and grey.

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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Three

The band of Aedring made their way down towards the pasture with the quick, stealthy grace of a pack of wolves on the hunt. Thirty five men were part of it, and eight women, Fianna among them, all kitted out for battle. Most were jerkins made of hides, some reinforced with plates of iron, while a few wore iron rimmed hide helmets, or shields constructed in the same manner. They carried a fell array of weapons; spears and axes, heavy swords and hefty maces. 

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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Four

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Abasan stood silent as he watched the band head off towards the west, a long train of men and women climbing into the hills. Only Niati and Lakach remained behind with him and Nhaqosa, the rest leaving with Zethar. It did not take very long for them to disappear from sight, crossing the crest of a hill and dropping down behind it.

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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Three

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Abasan sat alongside Nhaqosa, watching as he slept. The giant minoatur’s body shook fitfully. At times he would toss and turn and looked as if he might cry out though no sounds escaped lips that curled back in a silent snarl.

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Daughter of the Windswept Hills – Part Two

The familiar ring of hammer on anvil carried to Fianna as she neared the village, of the sound of her grandfather Hraega at work as he had been her entire life. Always it had been a comforting sound, as he had seemed to a young girl as indestructible, and with him around she knew no danger could come to her. Now it carried within connotations of a different kind, of the ring of finality. She pushed on, following the path alongside the brook that flowed near the village. Coming around a bend in the hills, she saw it before her.

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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part Two

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There were dreams. There were always dreams, and none of them were pleasant. The line between the waking and sleeping hours seemed almost to no longer exist, all of it much like a hazy memory that ran one into the other and back again. Everything seemed to blur together, dreams of pain and fire that clawed at him and sought to drag him under. Occasionally voices came to him, sounding much like flies buzzing off in the distance. The word they spoke made no sense.

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Wisdom From The Ashes – Part One

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A faint breeze stirred at the red dust of the arid lands. Withered and parched trees and shrubs clung to a precarious life amidst the hills that rolled down into the lowlands to the east, where drifting deserts spread, fingers of windswept sand snaking their way up into valleys and washes, drowning all that they came across. Long abandoned farmsteads lay scattered across the lower slopes of the hills, their fields now buried beneath the encroaching sands and the buildings half submerged as the deserts continued their remorseless drive towards the west. Soon they would crest the hills like a wave and spill down into the lands beyond, sweeping aside the last vestiges of humanity.

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