The Dream

My brothers had kept telling me that father was looking for me. What could he possible want.. I avoid him at all costs.. I just do not want to find out... He reminds me a little of Seve's Uncle.. except my father is much more deceiving... His smile usually means pain... and its more than likly I am attatched to the end of that pain..

I tried to put it out of my mind as I finally found my furs... I had not dreamed for a while. so I assumed that what ever was causing them had passed to another.. But I was wrong...

It started out safe enough.. I had gone looking for my Mother.. since she was forbidden to come see me... I worried so about her.. She was delicate.. not wimpy just delicate.. small like me.. Anyway.. I could not find her anywhere.. I asked around the wagons of my parents.. and people seemed to shy away from me... they could not look at me.. Something was very wrong... Where was my mother? I even asked the old grandmother Madga that was staying at my parents wagon.. I could see fear in her old eyes.. as she looked at her gnarled hands.. I could see she wanted to tell me something.. but would not.. Where is my Mother! :I demanded from her: Where is she... when a very sick feeling entered my entire being... I wanted to shake her.. tell. me... all she would do is point towards the plains... .. Oh she went riding?... That seemed safe enough..

I took off.. but it seemed in my dream I was moving so slow... so very slow... I walked and walked til I came to the herds.. I called out her name... waiting for an answer.. but I could hear nothing... Just the odd herlit or two. or the cry of a baby bosk... I should have seen her.. she would not go past the herds... I stood on a rock.. and could see a rider in the distance.. I headed that way... hiding in the tall grass as I was not sure who it was.. As I got closer, I could see it was my father... I stayed hidden until he was well past me.... He had my mothers kailla with him... which was odd.. where was my mother? I started to run.. my heart was throbbing inside... I was not sure what I would find... as I got closer.. so did the sleen... then I could smell it.. that rusty scent of blood... NO! I screamed as I ran closer... I dropped to my knees.. my mother.. covered in her own blood... but her heart still bleed.. her face battered and bruised.. he had beaten her and left her for dead... She opened one swollen eye as best she could... Yamka.. :she whispered: I am here mother... I am here.... I will make you better... I could see a faint smile... He did this! He did this to you because of me!.. I will kill him... I swear to you mother.... Her voice husky almost a whisper.. No Yamka... let your brothers handle this.. I quickly gathered her in my arms... I did not know which way to move... and then..

I woke... covered in a sweet sweat..and blood on my hands... I sat up on my furs.. shivering... Tears ran down my cheeks.... He was going to hurt my mother.. I had to warn her somehow.. I had to find a way.... As I normally do.. I got dressed and rode out to my spot near the herds. and just sat and watched... Maybe it was the event with Seve's uncle that prompted this dream.. I am not sure... Its been so tense.. and so unsettling around the fires these last few hands...

I will not bother Fonce.. he has so much on his shoulders right now... I will just try and erase this dream from my thoughts... I will bring my mother to my wagons.. let him try and get her then... I would gladly draw my quiva... I think..