15 The Last Sunset

The Last Sunset

200 CE

Tod wasn’t dreaming, not really; it was more as though he were mired in a rising reverie. He wondered if it were part of his healing, he seemed to drift off into downtime pretty often. Continue reading

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14 Might Have Beens

Might Have Beens: or Living in the Subjunctive.

200 CE

If it hadn’t been for that spoilt twat ‘Tura, he would have lived out his days as a priest and leader for his clan. He and Artos (even after two centuries he remembered him) had talked long into the night about how they would do things when they were grown. There was no doubt in their minds that when the time came, they would be, if not heroes, just leaders and the clan would prosper. Continue reading

11 After the Battle – part the first

After the Battle

200CE

Tod was roused by Honey’s sleepy protest as Bird was lifting her from his arms. “Tod, my man, I’m just putting Honey on the sleeping bench. Why don’t I help you get over there too?”

Yes, that would be good. She was warm, it was almost dawn, it would be good to fall back into the darkness and heal. Continue reading