Green Hill Gathering

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


How the gathering of a people have kept them together through the centuries

Submitted: February 28, 2018

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Green Hill Gathering

Grass rustled as the wind sent ripples through it.  Deer grazed, light munching sounds filled the air as their teeth mashed the stalks.  A buck raised his head, his antlers tall and curved.  He snorted, then went back to munching.  Then, as sudden as the wind, an arrow struck the buck’s side.  The herd ran as the buck fell to the ground.  Grass parted in front of the buck.  Out stepped a man, dressed in a tunic and pants colored a pale green, to camouflage in the tall grass.

“Thank you, my friend.  Your passing will help my people.” Said the man as the buck’s life left its eyes.

The man lifted the buck to his shoulders, as to make sure the blood didn’t leave a trail for wolves or bears to follow.  Adjusting the buck, the man set off.  After a short trek, the man reached a brown horse, a pale blue blanket draped over its back.  The man draped the buck over the horses back.  The man then jumped onto the horse’s back, and with a nudge, began his journey home.

As the man reached his people’s camp, an elderly woman walked out to meet him.

“Davis,” she scolded, “You are late.  It is nearly time for the gathering”

“Mother, I am not late.  I arrived in time for you and Marina to fix the food.” Said Davis, getting down from his horse.

“Well, where is the food we will be serving?” asked Davis’ Mother.

“I hunted a buck.  It is on my horse.” Said Davis.

Davis’ Mother harrumphed, but called for two boys to come get the buck.  Davis chuckled, but his Mother glared at him.  Hours passed as the buck was roasted over the fire, the aroma calling many from their tents.  Davis sat cross-legged at the bonfire two girls were starting.  As the sun began to set, slices of the buck were passed around, many commenting on the delicious taste.

When the food was finished, drummers began to pound out a beat.  Many younger men and women began to dance to the rhythm, moving in pairs or small groups.  Davis and two other men began to chant out a song, with others joining in.  The night passed with dancing to drums and chanting, with the stars and the bonfire the only light the people needed.

As the years passed, as the elderly passed and the younger ones became the elderly themselves, no matter what happened, the people always joined together, ate a meal, and danced.  Danced with the new, the old, and those who passed, for the gathering was what tied them together, as a people, and a family.


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