He stood there, petrified with fear, looking to burn his village. He had nothing left, no parents or brothers or friends. A few dozen miles to the east had a small house, with a little 'hay on which to sleep and little to eat. He did not know what had happened. He had just returned from a little hunting, but without having captured any prey. Altran, the sole survivor of the tribe of the hawk, he knew at that moment, the only thing he could do was get out of the clearing burning, run away and remove forever from his mind the terrible scene which was witnessing. But he could not move. It was as if someone was holding tight to his feet, two hands as if they did not want to run away, as if there was anyone still in the midst of the small huts burning.
He knew he must move to the east, beyond the small river, where he had a small stone hut, the last and the same thing he had left, otherwise the flames would have reached very soon.
"What should I do?" - Kept repeating - "What happened to my family? Because everything is burning? Who was doing all this? ". He did not know how to react and even how to move ... it was in a panic and the fire was now a few dozen yards away.
"I have to run now, or will be the end for me!"
finally managed to take a few steps, then began to run faster and faster, with tears streaming down her cheeks and then disperse after him. Do not stop running, although my legs were trembling. Took no direction. It was enough to just run, run away to safety.
All of a sudden, he heard a voice saying:
"Run Altran! Run! "
That voice was not alien. Along with it came also other strange appearances, all family members. The voices spoke the more he ran, and never fall or slow down.
Then he saw a silhouette in the distance. It was a real person? It was only the fruit of his imagination? Altran tried to call that person, but it showed no signs of life. It was now very close, was dressed in white, with long brown hair.
"Mom!" And Altran
The person had less than two meters away. Within moments, they found themselves face to face Altran and was sure that this was his mother. He made a shot, to embrace her, but she put her hand right in front of him and said
"Aeoin.
then vanished into thin air. Altran knew what his mother told him, "aeoin" was the name of the falcon totem of his tribe. Strange legends revolved around the totem and one of them said that if a person had need, aeoin the meeting would come, whatever was his situation.
"The Mount of Flight! That's where you find the totem! "In a few moments
walked on, with hope toward the Mount of Flight.
-End Part-
Andrea Dallari
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