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[perfectpetal]

Tua stood silently as the men rearranged the packs. The wind was swift and cold, signaling that they must not continue. They had left Machu Picchu not long ago to seek out Huana Picchu, the Old Fort. They sensed danger, the warriors did. They were moving the women to higher ground. Tua was not afraid of the weather; she pulled her buffalo cloak closer to herself. She feared these warriors.
16 moons had passed since the warriors had been to see the Protector. They met in his tent and they spent the night in the valley below. These warriors, these men. Tua was sent to her tent with the others. The warriors were not to look upon them. These were the women dedicated to the Sun King. They were to remain in his worship. That was why they lived in high in the mountains, protected from the eyes of mere mortals.

 

[perfectpetal]

and so they moved to higher gound.

 

[The_Dragon_Tamer]

I am the warrior Barac, and I am a mighty warrior. I have the scars of more than 20 battles scattered on my body, but the most noticeable one is the one running from my right eye down to my jaw, ruining my once handsome features. The bastard who did it paid the ultimate price with his life, but I received little consolation from it.

I am noticed from afar as I stand head and shoulders above most men. The battles I have seen and fought have marked and scarred me both physically and emotionally. At least the physical wounds heal, but the other wounds, the ones not seen, come back to haunt me in the dark of night. Many seasons have passed since that fateful day, in the dark of night, left alone with my thoughts; I continue to be tormented by the loss of my wife and children. They were killed in a raid on our village while I was away fighting. I wasn't even there to perform the required burial rituals! By all the gods, I HATE THE NIGHT! So many battles, so many men I've killed that their faces all seem to blur together now, and yet I still live.

I am good at what I do now. So far away are the days when I was a simple farmer enjoying working in my fields, coming home to my beautiful flaxen haired wife and two wonderful children. That all changed the day I was conscripted by the Protector. I was taught to kill and I learned it very well. After that fateful day I became even more adept at killing, taking my anger and frustration out on my enemy, or anyone I am told to, it matters not to me. Anything to relieve some of my torment, even if for a short time. I have honed my skills and am an expert with sword, battle ax, short blade, and bow. I can and have killed men with my bare hands. My favorite weapon, however, the one I prefer, is my sword. It is large and heavy to most men, but in my hand it felt as light as a feather, a part of me. It's keen edge shined brightly in the moonlight. With this, my only trusted friend in my hand, I could cut through any armor and man in one thrust or swing of my arm. I returned to sharpening my friend, honing it to an even a sharper edge.

I looked up from what I was doing, for what reason I do not know, and saw a vision of loveliness that took my breath away! I knew that I was not supposed to look upon the women, but with her hair blowing in the wind showing her beautiful face, and I could see the curve of her breasts as her buffalo robe was partially open, she was a vision of loveliness and I could not tear my eyes away. I stepped back further into the shadows of the boulder that was giving partial shelter from the wind, and continued to watch her. I have not felt this way for oh so long. My heart ached as I continued to gaze upon her beauty. I continued to watch her as she pulled her robe tighter about her and went into the tent for the women. I have never seen a woman as lovely since I married so long ago. It has been so long since I have felt the love of a good woman. To have my arms around her, caressing her and running my fingers through her hair...control yourself man, it will never come to be, she is forbidden, to even think such thoughts, if they were revealed, would mean my immediate death.

My bones are cold from the freezing wind and my leather armor and weapons are growing heavy. There is much yet to do before we may rest this evening. It is time to go inside.