Saga Survivors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Tribe has finally founded a home. Follow a women through her class in teaching them about how their beginning was. When a suden twist at the end leaves you WARNING hanging.

Submitted: January 30, 2013

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Saga Survivors

 

I watched as the children of my tribe filled our small teaching room. One by one they silenced themselves waiting for todays lesson eagerly. Finally I destroyed their anticipation with a soft and light voice.

“Good morning class. Todays lesson is on the very beginning of our tribe. It was long, long ago before we split from the Salvator, the north of our country.” I took a glance around the room looking at all the faces drenched in urge to learn the vast sea of confusion the world has to offer.

“Back than it wasn’t unusual for a hut to only occupy a house of two, meaning only a mother and her child. Like today the men hunted for the food for the evening, but it was common for only few to come back if they were successful in the catch. The women stayed to clean and tidy everything up for the men’s arrival. It wasn’t all men necessarily, if the women were strong enough they would hunt as well.” I took a pause to catch my breath.

“We didn’t trade at all, what we caught was what we ate as a tribe. Do to this system, there really wasn’t much crime, it really was peaceful. If there ever were any crime it would have been taking some of the catch for yourself and not sharing any. This would end with you stripping all and any personal items (weapons, clothes, marriage and child rights, etc.) and sent to the middle of the country, which at that time was barbarian territory.” Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a small fragile hand rise up slowly.

“Yes Eleanor?” I said as I chose the girl. “ Elder Roseafine isn’t that really close to our society now?” she asked although she already knew the answer. “ Yes you’re right as usual.”

“Now back to the story, for fun the children would make up games and play them. During lunch I might teach you some of them. The hunting crew usually sat and told stories about all the adventures their jobs brought or worked on their skills. And the housewives would learn how to make new exotic dishes that they wanted to try.” Another hand went up this one frailer than the girls.

“Umm…hmm…Elder Rosifine I forgot my question.” The sound of childish giggles filled the air around me. “It’s okay Carmon tell me when you think of it okay?” He nodded sheepishly and hid his flustered face deep within his knees.

Before I could return to the story lesson it was time for lunch. I dismissed the children and faster than lightning straight out of the ground they were off.  ‘It’s been years since the Salvator attacked. We’re safer now.’ I thought to myself quietly tracing my heart shaped locket with my bony thin fingers. I was there from the start and now I’m an old wisp of a lady, now that I think about it we are close to an exact replica of our first settlers.

When the children came in from inside we discussed more about the builders of our society. “ Did we have elders like we do today?” said the boy who had so sweetly forgotten his question. “That’s a very good question. No we didn’t children learned from each other’s mistakes and watched our parents.”

And as the day went by it felt like a quick clock dying down. Soon it was time to go home and we sweetly said goodbye. “Tomorrow we will learn about what caused us to go from a hunter gather to an agriculture. So get a good nights rest and we will see you all in the morning.” They all agreed and set off for a long walk home, as did I.

When I got home to my old worn-down abandoned hut I fell asleep doing tomorrows lesson plans. But in the middle of my slumber I was awoke by the scent of burning children and parents, a thick black soot blanket, screams of pain and sorrowed souls, and the intoxicating flytrap glow of a beautiful flame. Not being able to resist the temptation of death I slipped out of my bed and out into the consuming flame of my ending and final chapter in life.

 

-Amories Saga


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