The flight of a hero, Cleo Thomas [top ebook reader TXT] 📗

It’s hard, trying to rebuild after a disaster. Trying to build back your home like the way you left it. As a young girl, barely fourteen, seeing your house in shambles your possessions spread out in front of your house. Burning. Leaving your sight, and your heart. You reach for an old picture, put out the small flame and dust it off. I picked up the picture folded it and stuck it in my sack. I don’t even remember the fire. The pain is just too much. I went through the gardens looking for food knowing that I would be wandering looking for a new home. After gathering my things I took one last look. A small tear ran down my face past my cheek, past my mouth and into the soil.
I was far, far from home, too far to tell. I saw a small stream and decided to stay there. My feet were hot and my stomach was weak along with my will to go on. I heard a squeal like a small pig, and a low rumble staring up into the mountains I saw a cave. I wanted to go explore it but it was getting dark and I had no idea what might be lurking in those forests. So without another word thought or spoken I slept.
Morning came sooner than I thought. I walked toward the water and dipped my hands into it and cleaned my face. It was colder than back home, I was so used to waking up and smelling smoke from the fire fill our tent. And the noise from the near by sand storms. Wake the babies and the animals that our tribe keeps. Every morning I would have to go and fetch water from a stream and take food from one tent to another tent and then feeding the food to picky people who prefer the other person to come back and cook that food. The food wasn’t good, but it was better than starving to death. He although we the best horse herder the village ever had. He was strong and smart and brave. He could tame a wild horse in less than five minutes. He would take me by the hand and lead me through the fields and into the horse stables and we would talk for hours. We were the best of friends, but after the fire. I just hope he’s o.k. I hope everyone’s ok.
After finding something to eat I couldn’t help but think that there’s something watching me, from that cave. A wind blew and the sky seemed to calm. But the feeling of eyes staring at me was just too great. The light was shining through the water the fish were simply visible. I went to pull some branches to the trees behind me. Finally after cutting pieces of bark and sharpening this branch it was finished. I walked toward the water spear in hand and blindly stabbed through the rubble and into the fish it was a big fish it tried to swim away but my spear was too far into the fish. I picked up the spear and took it with me, because I was afraid that if I left the fish alone with the firewood that someone would take my lunch.
Stone after stone I looked tried my hardest but there were no good firestones. Little did I know that I was slowly making my way to the cave atop the mountains? Staring at the ground I walked into the rock formation that is the mountain. As I rubbed my head I saw a small passageway through the rock. My head was aching, and spinning, I was unsure if I was going to throw up or pass out. I grabbed my head and struggled to get to my knees as I slowly peered into the small cave entrance as I rubbed my head I saw a small passageway through the rock. My head was aching, and spinning, I was unsure if I was going to throw up or pass out. I grabbed my head and struggled to get to my knees as I slowly peered into the small cave entrance small enough to fit a person of my size maybe larger in a crawling position. I saw two perfect stones lying in the cave there were the right size; I reached in and grabbed them holding them tightly within my fists. As I walked back through the forest, the branches and vines whipping at my face the burning of the sun upon my already red cheeks and the sting of the bugs at my arms and legs I heard a sound, a sound that send a chill up my spine.
A sound that was so vile so horrible it was indescribable. I hid in the bushes the scratching of the twigs on my face was uncomfortable. The sound was coming closer and closer, the pat, pat of its steps upon the ground. It was a native animal some sorts of large cat wreathing in pain its cries for help were horrible to hear. It was a big cat a large round beast its teeth were bloody and large the size of my leg or arm, protruding from its blood stained mouth down to its gross amputated leg. It was a few feet ahead of me taking step by step the closer it came to tumbling and falling over in pain ready to die, the closer I was to getting out of there and running into what ever caused this animal pain. I backed out slowly out of the bushes and back onto the path that led back to my campgrounds by now the fish on the rod was old and smelly so I threw it far from the camp and out of sight. I stopped, staring at the large similar looking beast like the one I saw before the one in pain.
I stepped back, under my foot a twig broke, the beast was shaking its head and stopped to looked up to stair right at me. I turned and ran, I would be killed if I didn’t. Maybe if I turned and ran back to the campsite I would be safe then more picked up my sent and ran with my adversary. The sky was getting dark I would be eaten by morning, and this is such a small oasis that there was bound to be another attack tomorrow. As soon as I thought of my fate I remembered the hole in the wall of stone; that was my ticket out of this nightmare. I took a sharp turn right reluctantly they stayed on my trail. I had to time this right or else I would be dinner. Branches and vines that lashed back at me were hitting me, and the sharp grass was like wire on my feet and ankles. I was getting close to the small opening I slid toward the wall because I wouldn’t be able to fit it I simply walked into it. But I missed. I slid into the wall the Tigers were in a perfect formation. I was pinned up against the wall there was no real hope for me the Tigers were playing with me they were pawing at the ground around me. The opening was about 3 feet away and I could make it if I ran fast enough. My hands were covered with the sand that supported me from under. As soon as I could I new what to do, I grabbed a hand full of sand and a large rock next to me. I threw the sand in between the two Tigers and threw the rock behind them. The sand tossed into the air blocked their sight and smell giving me a chance to run without being detected. And the rock was to make it sound like I ran back to the bushes. As soon as they turned to hear what that sound was, I ran fast and with every ounce of strength in my body I tried my hardest to stay undetected when moving. I leaped toward the opening on all fours rear in the air and slid into the opening. As I slid in my foot was scratched by a peculiar looking plant I leaned my back against the inside wall and took a deep breath. BAM a giant paw scratched up against the ground spewing sand and dust into the air my arm went up to shield my face and eyes from the dust so that I may keep and eye on the two Tigers wanting me for a midnight snack. Snarls and sounds from the outside kept me up half the night.
I was so tired my eyes were drooping and were covered with sleep and the peaceful atmosphere was making me want to dose off. So I finally did. I was violently woken by a small child; awake in a strange tent was not where I pictured myself waking up 6 hours ago. The small boy was grabbing my hand and tugging at it wanting to lead me out side of the tent I was scared I was worried of where I may be. In a village full of savages in the tent I was once in or back at home. Maybe it was just a dream maybe it was just a dream the fire the deaths the Tigers and the wandering was all just a dream. Never the less I stood up and followed the child out of the tent. I was a small village there were people of all shapes and sizes walking around with their children and their food paying no attention to the small child or I. I was dazedly looking around forgetting of the child and was tripping over rocks and baskets I zoned in and out of my hypnotic trance and amazement on how they came to be. I had no idea where this child sweetly holding my hand would find the whim to take me in and save me from dying. I walked up to a tall stone temple the child ran up the multitude of steps and stood at the top beaconing me to join him at the top. Slowly I walked up the stone steps to the top and from they’re to gaze at the amazement that was the young child’s village. So many tents there were and stone buildings no higher than the tents and the large fields to the right and the many woods that were to the left. And it was wonderfully beautiful the sky complemented the fields and the village beautifully that if I weren’t so scared I would cry. Yet again the boy grabbed my hand and led me inside the large stone temple. It was dark behind the openings of the temple inside there were beautiful marble column lining in a row. The child and I walked across the long soft carpet toward the center. And in the center was a small pond emanating a light a see green light that made the temple peaceful. And a large man sat in a high chair on the other side of the pond that stretched all the way to both sides of the temple and a bridge was extended over the beautiful pond. The boy got down on one knee out of respect and so did I, y long hair gracefully brushing against the carpet as I bowed my head and listened. As I listened to the conversation being had between what is know to me now as the high priest and his son. “But father,” exclaimed the young man. “I will be back soon there is