Aynu

We were ambushed. Scattered like seeds in the wind…I’m alone. Hidden in the shadows of this unfamiliar land. Whoever they are, they are not near. But neither are my people.

I am alone.

I listen.

Who are they? I did not recognize their language as they yelled. The weapons were familiar. The man traveling with me was stabbed by an arrow. I ran as he flailed. Did anyone follow me? If so, they are gone now.

Gone, or too quiet for me to hear.

They could be waiting for me to leave the safety of my hiding spot. The fear keeps me in place. I am frozen to this place.

I hear nothing. Even if they do not kill me, I may never find my people again.

I must leave this spot. I must seek out what’s left of us. I cannot survive alone.

But if I move, they might find me. Whoever they are.

I hear something. Oh, it’s close. Something rustling.

It’s someone.

I’m not alone.

Someone is here.

Someone has found me.