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Kali had spent weeks wandering with her clan, their journey filled with exhaustion and fear. They had left behind familiar lands in search of safer grounds, but danger had followed them at every turn.
The first night of terror had come without warning. Strange, eerie laughter echoed through the darkness, surrounding their small group. It wasn't human—it was something else, something unnatural. The sound sent shivers down their spines, and when dawn arrived, a clan member was missing. His body was found shortly after, torn apart, partially devoured by something with sharp, merciless fangs.
Fear gripped them, but there was no time to mourn. They had to keep moving. Yet no matter how far they went, the laughter followed, always just beyond sight. It was as if the creatures were toying with them, enjoying their fear. Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the haunting chuckles returned, creeping closer.
On the third night, the attack came.
Silhouettes moved in the shadows, low to the ground, eyes glinting in the dim light. The beasts lunged with unnatural speed, their guttural snickers sending waves of panic through the group. Screams erupted as the clan scattered, trying to escape the massacre unfolding around them.
"Run! Into the jungle!" Kali's father shouted, wielding his spear against the predators. "Go! Now!"
She didn't want to leave him, but her mother grabbed her wrist, forcing her to flee. Clutching her younger brother, Mir, to her chest, her mother ran, leading them into the dense undergrowth. The agonized cries of their kin rang in their ears as they stumbled through the darkness, the jungle swallowing them whole.
They ran until their legs could carry them no further, collapsing beneath the cover of thick foliage. Terrified, they remained hidden, waiting, listening. The laughter faded, replaced by an eerie silence.
For days, they remained in their hiding spot, too afraid to leave. Hunger gnawed at their bellies, but the fear of what lurked beyond kept them frozen in place. Their mother, despite her own hunger, prioritized her children, giving them the last scraps of food she had managed to save. As time passed, her strength began to wane.
When they were finally discovered by a group of hunters, Kali thought it was the end. But instead of attacking, the men paused, exchanging uncertain glances. They inspected the area, checking for threats before discussing among themselves. After what felt like an eternity, they made a decision.
"We take them with us."
The choice wasn't made easily. There were doubts—why risk bringing along the weak, those who might slow them down? But in the end, they could not bring themselves to abandon a mother and her children to the wild.
The journey to wherever was long, their mother struggling to keep pace. She had given too much of herself, neglecting her own needs to keep Kali and Mir alive. Her steps grew weaker with each passing hour, but she never once complained. She simply pressed forward.
As they neared their destination, Kali noticed something unusual. The trees ahead were not spaced apart like a normal forest but stood unnaturally close together, forming a continuous wall. Before she could question it, one of the men stepped forward and pressed against a hidden section of the wooden barrier.
There the tree swung open.
Beyond it lay a vast open space, resembling a small plain, yet bordered by the mountain on one side and the dense wall of trees on the other. Inside, people moved about, going about their tasks with a sense of purpose. This was no ordinary settlement. It was unlike anything she had ever seen.
Kali instinctively pressed closer to her mother, her body tense. What would these strangers do to them? She had heard of other clans, but none that lived in a place like this.
The adults spoke among themselves, and soon, they were led toward a fire, offered water, dried meat, and a handful of fruits. The food, though simple, was more than they had eaten in days. The warmth of the fire, the security of the enclosed space—it should have reassured her, but she remained on edge. She did not know these people or their intentions.
Then, to her surprise, someone approached.
A boy.
He was younger than her, but not by much. His expression was curious, not hostile. He stood before them, observing, before speaking.
"Now what you do?" he asked. His voice was not unkind, but direct. "Have other place to go?"
Kali hesitated. Did they have anywhere else? The answer was clear—no. Their clan was gone. There was nothing left beyond this place but the laughter of monsters.
The boy continued, "Why not stay here with us? We got food, a safe place to sleep, and soon, we will be even better."
Was he serious? Could they really stay?
A desperate plea escaped her lips before she could stop it. "Yes! Please!" She did not want to be thrown back into the wilderness, left to fend off the horrors lurking beyond the those tree walls.
For the first time in days, hope flickered inside her chest.
Then the boy said, "Alright! Finish eating, then I'll show you around!" His bright smile carried a warmth that made Kali feel something unfamiliar—relief. Maybe they were finally safe. Maybe this place wasn't like the rest of the world, where danger lurked behind every shadow.
Just as she let herself relax, another presence appeared. A slightly older girl stepped forward, positioning herself close to the boy. Her stance wasn't aggressive, but there was something unmistakably possessive about it. "I... show you. Camp. You come." Her tone was direct, her gaze firm.
Kali hesitated, uncertain of what was happening. "Yes. See camp. Good," she responded simply, still trying to gauge the girl's intentions.
The boy cleared his throat, seemingly aware of the subtle tension. "This is Lara," he introduced her as the girl inched even closer to him.
That was when Kali understood—Lara wasn't just offering to show her around. She was staking her claim, silently making it clear that Athan was hers in some way. It wasn't hostility, but it was unmistakably a warning.
Kali met her gaze for a second before responding, "Kali." She pointed to herself, then turned toward her mother and younger brother. "Mother, Shala. Brother, Mir."
The boy "Athan" nodded, then gestured toward Lara. "We stay here. Safe place."
Lara nodded slowly, her eyes flicking between Kali and Athan before she turned back to Kali with an expectant look. "I... show camp. You come."
Without waiting for an answer, she gestured for Kali to follow, walking with deliberate steps, ensuring that she stayed between Kali and Athan at all times. She glanced back occasionally, making sure Kali didn't try to move ahead or get too close.
Kali frowned slightly but followed, observing the way Lara moved, the way she subtly guarded her position next to Athan. After a few moments, she turned to the boy, curiosity getting the better of her.
"You... Athan friend?"
Lara glanced over her shoulder before responding quickly, "Yes. Close. Long time."
Kali nodded slowly, understanding the relationship now. It wasn't just that they were friends—Lara had something to protect, and Kali wasn't sure yet if she would challenge it or respect it.
Lara continued walking toward the waterfall. Once they arrived, she turned and pointed as she began explaining. "Wall goes from there to there. Wall is made of trees, close together, tied and locked. It protects us. No predator comes inside the walls. So, we safe."
She then gestured toward the wooden logs Athan had carved. "That," she pointed, "is watering system. It brings water when put this here." She lifted a missing piece and slotted it into place. Kali's eyes widened in surprise as she watched the water flow through the logs, traveling along the channel before spilling further down the line.
Lara then carefully removed the piece and set it back down. "It is good for field."
They continued walking until they reached the cultivated area. Lara pointed at the soil. "This field. Athan makes food grow here, so we not hungry in future."
Finally, she turned to the bricks every where on the ground, motioning toward them. "This brick. Athan makes to build things in future."
Kali took in everything with wide eyes, her mind struggling to comprehend how different this place was from anything she had ever known. It was unlike any clan she had heard of.
After that, Lara continued walking, with Kali following closely behind, her mind swirling with questions. The place was unlike anything she had seen before, and she struggled to make sense of it all.
Lara stopped in front of a large, strange-looking stone. "This house foundation. Do not touch. Athan made, it hurt Athan hands" she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument, even sounding a little angry at it. She then pointed to the cut logs, some already shaped while others were still in the process. "Those are future house. Go on foundation."
Kali nodded slowly, trying to understand what Lara was saying. She had never seen anything like this before. In her mind, shelter was something temporary—a cave, a hut of branches, or even just a dry place under the thickest trees. The idea of shaping the land to build a place that would last felt completely foreign. How could trees and stones become something to live inside? It was difficult to grasp, and even harder to imagine how all these pieces would fit together to form what they called a 'house.'
Lara resumed walking, leading her toward the outer perimeter of the settlement. She stopped at a specific section of the wooden wall and pointed. "This door. We make open for us. Close for danger."
Kali glanced at the seemingly solid wall, noticing that the door blended perfectly with the surrounding structure. It was well-hidden, offering both security and secrecy. She felt a shiver run down her spine, thinking of the beasts that had pursued them in the past. A door like this could mean the difference between life and death.
As they continued, Lara guided her toward another area, stopping before a strange-looking structure. It was nothing more than a hollowed-out cement basin in the shape of a circle, with a narrow cement channel leading toward a hole in the wooden wall. "This... future toilet," Lara stated, her voice as matter-of-fact as ever. She gestured toward the cement path. "Water and waste go here. Carry away."
Kali frowned, trying to understand. She had never seen anything like this before. A designated place just for waste? The idea was completely foreign to her. In her clan, they went wherever they could, careful not to go too far away from the clan. But here, everything seemed planned, controlled. Even something as simple as relieving oneself had a system. It was strange... yet it made sense.
Finally, they arrived at a quiet area near the water. Lara gestured toward a simple wooden structure partially submerged at the water's edge. "Fish trap. Athan make."
Kali peered at it, watching as small fish swam through gaps in the structure, unable to escape. Her eyes widened in astonishment. She had never seen fish being caught before—no one in her clan had ever been able to. The creatures were too fast, too slippery, always disappearing beneath the water before anyone could even think of grabbing them. "Catch fish... without hunt?" she whispered, barely believing what she was seeing.
Lara nodded. "Yes. Easy. No need chase. Just wait."
Kali couldn't believe it. They had spent their entire lives chasing food, exhausting themselves just to eat. But here, they could grow food in the ground and trap fish without effort. This place truly was different.
Kali, overwhelmed and unable to hold back any longer, asked, "How you made all this?" Her voice was filled with disbelief, struggling to grasp how such a place could exist.
Lara smiled proudly before responding, "Athan think and made all this. We help." There was admiration in her voice, but also a sense of ownership, as if she, too, had played an important role in shaping this place.
Feeling satisfied with her explanation, Lara stepped forward and pulled the fish trap from the water, revealing several wriggling fish caught inside. Kali, startled by the sudden movement, instinctively took a step back, watching with wide eyes. She had never seen fish up close like this before—they were sleek, shimmering, and very much alive.
Lara handed her a big pouch. Confused, Kali opened it, peering inside. Before she could ask, Lara crouched down and began carefully sorting through the fish. She picked out the largest ones and placed them in the pouch while releasing the smaller ones back into the water.
Kali frowned, watching the small fish dart away. "Why?" she asked, the logic escaping her.
Lara glanced at her before responding simply, "Athan say release small one so become big in future."
Kali slowly nodded, absorbing this new idea. They weren't just taking what they needed for today—they were planning for the future, ensuring there would always be more fish to catch later. The concept was so different from how her clan had lived, taking whatever they could find, whenever they could find it.
Lara reset the trap, throwing small pieces of rabbit meat inside as bait before lowering it back into the water. Kali watched in silent awe, realizing more than ever that she had stepped into a world unlike any she had known before.
Then Lara took the pouch before heading back to the fire pit. She pointed at the large cooking pot, her voice filled with quiet pride. "Athan made this, so we make soup or stew for everyone. Every day."
Kali's eyes widened in shock. "You eat... every day?"
Lara grinned, nodding proudly. "Yes. Every day."
Kali struggled to comprehend the idea. Eating daily was unheard of in her clan—food was scarce, and they only ate when they had something to eat. The thought of a place where meals were prepared daily, where no one had to endure days of hunger, was almost unbelievable.
Without hesitation, Lara began gutting the fish, her hands swift and practiced with the knife. She cleaned and prepared the meat, setting some aside to be smoked, while the heads and tails were dropped into the pot to add flavor to the stew. The scent of smoking fish filled the air, making Kali's stomach tighten with hunger.
Lara then handed her a waterskin bag. "Come."
The two girls set off together, walking toward the river to fetch water. Kali followed, still absorbing everything she had seen. Once at the riverbank, they took turns filling the waterskin, carrying it back to the pot. The process was repeated several times, ensuring there was enough water for the meal.
As they worked, Kali couldn't shake the feeling that she had stepped into an entirely different world—one where survival wasn't a desperate struggle, but something planned, structured, and secure.
Once the cooking pot was full, Lara carefully picked up a heated rock with a pair of tongs and dropped it into the water. Immediately, bubbles formed at the surface, the water beginning to simmer. Using the same pair of tongs, she retrieved the cooled stone and replaced it with another heated rock, repeating the process until the water reached a rolling boil.
Kali watched, wide-eyed, fascinated by the technique. She had never seen anything like this before. In her clan, they had no way to boil water regularly, as carrying a pot like this from one place to another was impractical. Seeing this process unfold before her eyes made her realize how different this place was—how much more advanced their way of living had become.
As the steam rose from the pot, Lara reached into a small pouch and took out a handful of dried herbs, sprinkling them into the water. The scent shifted instantly, a mix of earthy and fragrant notes blending into the steam. Then, she grabbed several root vegetables, skillfully peeling them before dicing them into small cubes and dropping them into the pot.
Next, from within large leaves that had been folded carefully, she retrieved a thick piece of smoked meat. Using a sharp knife, she sliced it into smaller chunks before adding them to the stew. The rich aroma of the cooking broth deepened, making Kali's stomach tighten with hunger.
Lara stirred the pot with a large wooden spoon, ensuring the ingredients mixed evenly. Occasionally, she added another heated rock to maintain the boil, swapping them out as needed. The entire process seemed so natural, so practiced, as if it was something they did every day without worry.
Kali was entranced. She could hardly believe what she was witnessing—warm food, prepared with care, with ingredients gathered and stored in advance. The scent that filled the air was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her mouth watered as she inhaled deeply, the hunger clawing at her insides. For the first time in her life, she was seeing what it truly meant to have security, to have something to look forward to after a long day.
This was not just survival. This was living.Â
After a while, Lara glanced at the sky, then at the simmering pot. With a satisfied nod, she called out, "It's ready!"
Immediately, people began forming a line in front of her and another person assisting with the distribution. Each person stepped forward with their bowl, receiving a generous portion of the steaming stew as Lara used the large spoon to serve them. The rich aroma filled the air, making Kali's stomach rumble in anticipation.
As the line moved forward, a man approached her, handing her a bowl and nodding with a warm smile, silently encouraging her to take some. She hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward and holding out her bowl like the others. Lara filled it without hesitation, flashing her a reassuring smile. "If you want more, don't be shy."
Kali, still overwhelmed by everything, clutched her bowl and quickly made her way back to her mother, who was already seated, holding her own portion. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the bowl to her lips and took a cautious sip.
Her eyes widened in shock. She had never eaten anything like this before. The flavor was smooth, rich, and deeply satisfying. Each sip carried warmth that spread through her, filling a part of her she hadn't realized was empty. The blend of meat, vegetables, and fragrant herbs was unlike anything she had ever tasted. It was food, real food—not just something to fill her stomach, but something that brought comfort.
She ate eagerly, each bite a revelation. But as she continued, she suddenly paused, glancing around. Her gaze searched for Lara, only to find that she was no longer standing by the cooking pot.
Curious, she scanned the area and finally spotted her by Athan. The older girl was seated next to him, carefully feeding him with a small, strange-looking object—likely because of his injured hands. Kali watched in fascination, recalling that Lara had mentioned the boy had hurt himself working on the large stone structure near the pile of wood.
She kept watching them, intrigued by their dynamic. There was something natural about the way Lara tended to Athan, a quiet understanding between them. The way she moved, the way she gently lifted the spoon to his lips—it wasn't just an obligation. It was something else.
As the meal finished, the rest of the group slowly divided into two gatherings. The men sat together, using their knives to carve wood, shaping pieces for whatever projects. Meanwhile, the women knelt on the ground, using thin branches to draw patterns in the dirt as they spoke in hushed voices.
Kali observed it all, her mind racing with new thoughts. Wondering what they were all doing. Then the boy approached them, waiting for a moment before Kali, ever inquisitive, tilted her head and asked, "What happen?"
"The men are learning to carve," the boy explained, pointing to the group working with their tools. "They make things. Gifts, tools, for their women."
Kali furrowed her brow. "Carve?"
The boy nodded and mimicked a cutting motion with his fingers. "With wood. They shape it. Change it."
Kali looked at the men, watching as they carefully scraped and shaped pieces of wood. She nodded slowly, though the concept still seemed foreign to her.
"And women?" she asked, pointing to the other group.
"They are learning to write," the boy said, his voice patient. "Writing is... words. Not speaking, but making words on the ground first."
Kali blinked. "Words... on ground?"
He picked up a stick and traced a simple line in the dirt. "This is a symbol. Like words."
Kali squinted at it, tilting her head. "Symbol?"
"Yes. If I make many symbol, they can mean things," he explained, drawing another simple shape. "Like talking, but no voice."
Kali frowned, kneeling closer. "People see... know words?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. If you learn symbol, you know what people say—even when they are not here."
Kali stared at the lines in the dirt, her fingers hovering over them as if she could absorb their meaning by touch. "Magic?"
He chuckled softly. "Not magic. Just learning. But it helps... like magic."
Kali frowned, trying to understand. "No talk... but words?"
"Yes," the boy confirmed. "If I write something, someone can see it later and know what I mean."
Kali's expression turned thoughtful as she absorbed this new information, glancing at the group of women diligently scratching characters into wooden boards. Her mother, Shala, remained quiet, but her gaze was sharp, full of curiosity. The concept was foreign to them, but the potential it held was something they could not yet fully grasp.
"Like this," the boy said, tracing symbols on the ground before calling out to Lara. She set down the branch she had been using and approached, curious.
"Lara, can you tell us what I've written here?" the boy asked.
Lara looked down at the symbols near their feet, her brows furrowing in concentration. Slowly, she sounded out the syllables, pronouncing each one with care. "Kkaa... liii... Kali!"
Surprised, Kali looked at the ground. "This is my name?" she thought, awe filling her mind as she traced the symbols with her fingers, trying to grasp their meaning.
The boy nodded, pleased. Encouraged, he wrote another word in the dirt. "And this one?"
The girl's eyes lit up as she recognized the familiar symbols. "Lara! That's me!" she exclaimed, excitement filling her voice.
The boy smiled. "Yes, you're getting really good at this." He nodded in approval. "You can keep practicing. Thank you for your help."
Grinning, Lara returned to her practice, eager to improve further. The boy then turned to Kali and Shala, his expression serious yet hopeful.
"As you can see, if you learn the symbols, we can communicate without speaking," he explained. "And if I write something and I am no longer here... the words I've written will remain. My future children, and their children after them, will still be able to read these words and learn what I wanted to pass on."
Shocked, Kali looked at the boy, her breath catching in her throat. After a moment, her gaze dropped back to the ground where her name was written. It was true—she would never again hear her father call her name. The realization struck deep, leaving an ache in her chest. She had nothing left of him, nothing to hold onto. But if he had written her name like this, on something permanent, she could have kept it with her forever. A piece of him would have remained, even after he was gone.
A few seconds passed in heavy silence before the boy muttered, "Sorry," his voice tinged with guilt. He hesitated for a moment before returning to his seat, clearly unsettled by what he had said.
Yet, his words lingered in her mind. If she learned to write, she could do the same. She could leave her words behind—not just for herself, but for her future children, for the generations who would come after, even those who would never know her. Writing wasn't just symbols on the ground; it was a way to ensure that she would never be forgotten.Â
After a while, Kali hesitated before stepping toward Lara. Her posture was tense, but her gaze held quiet resolve. "Teach me?" she asked, her voice uncertain but determined.
Lara blinked in surprise before glancing at her mother. She took a moment, her eyes drifting toward her son, Mir, before she exhaled softly. There was a flicker of something deep in her gaze—hesitation, perhaps even sorrow—before she straightened her shoulders and took a step forward. "Me too," she said simply, her voice steady, though the slight tremor in her hands betrayed the weight of her decision.
After their confirmation, Lara got up and retrieved a large piece of bark. She placed it before them and said with a smile, "Here. These are symbols. Each one makes a sound. To begin, start carving the symbols in the ground and say the sound that goes with them."
She handed them each a branch and carefully began explaining the sounds attached to the symbols. Kali and Shala followed along, tracing the symbols into the dirt with cautious movements, repeating the sounds as Lara instructed. At first, it felt strange—drawing meaning into the earth—but as time passed, Kali found herself absorbed in the process, her mind racing with the possibilities of what these symbols could mean for her future.
After some time, the lessons came to an end as the group dispersed. Some gathered to clean the cooking pot and bowls, while others prepared their bedding for the night.
Kali curled up beside her mother, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into her bones. As she gazed toward the boy, her mind drifted back to everything she had seen that day. "Did he truly make all of this?" she wondered, her thoughts heavy with disbelief and admiration.
Listening to the gentle crackling of the fire pit and the distant rush of the waterfall, Kali finally let sleep claim her.Â
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The next morning, Kali woke up with a start, momentarily disoriented. In her dreams, the eerie laughter had returned, chasing her through the dense forest. Her heart pounded as she blinked rapidly, trying to ground herself in reality. Looking around, she saw her mother and brother still sleeping on the bedding their new clan had prepared for them.
Near the fire, Lara was already awake, carefully tending to the flames to ensure they would not die out. Kali slowly got up and approached the older girl. Lara noticed her coming and offered a gentle, knowing look. "Bad dream?" she asked, her voice soft with understanding.
Kali hesitated, then gave a small nod. Lara placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It will pass. Do not worry."
Kali took a deep breath, the tension in her chest easing slightly. Then, Lara tilted her head and asked, "Wanna help?"
Eager to distract herself, Kali nodded again, following the older girl. Lara led her toward the water system and asked, "Do you remember how to use it?"
Kali thought for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. She wanted to try. With Lara guiding her, she carefully adjusted the wooden channels, ensuring the water flowed properly into the fields. It took some time, but after a few tries, she succeeded. Watching the water trickle where it was needed, she felt a small sense of accomplishment.
Lara grinned and suddenly splashed some water onto her own face, sighing in refreshment. Kali, watching curiously, mimicked her action, letting the cool water wash away the last remnants of her unsettling dream. She felt more awake now, more present.
Next, Lara showed her how to flip the drying bricks. "Athan said they need to dry all around," she explained, handing Kali a brick. "We turn them so they dry evenly."
Kali followed her lead, carefully flipping the bricks one by one. She wasn't sure why they needed so many, but Lara seemed determined, so she didn't question it.
Once they were done, they noticed Athan in the distance, jumping around the field with an unmistakable excitement. Kali frowned slightly, curiosity piqued. As they walked past, she glanced toward him but couldn't tell what had made him so happy.
"He always like that?" she asked, puzzled by his sudden energy.
Lara chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Only when good happens."
Kali hummed in thought but didn't ask further. Instead, she followed Lara toward the forest, where they gathered firewood. As they stacked the wood, Lara separated a large pile to the side.
Kali raised an eyebrow. "What for?"
Lara smirked, her expression mischievous. "Surprise for later."
Kali narrowed her eyes in curiosity but didn't press. Whatever it was, she had a feeling she would find out soon enough.Â
After preparing the wood, the two of them went to retrieve the four fish struggling inside the trap. As they worked, Kali glanced at Lara, her brows furrowed, still unsure about handling fish. "They... not bite?" she asked hesitantly.
Lara chuckled as she lifted one of the fish. "No, but they move a lot. Hold tight." She demonstrated by gripping the fish firmly before placing it in a large pouch.
Kali mimicked her movements, managing to grab a fish without dropping it. "I... never eat fish before here."
Lara gave her a surprised look. "Really? It's good. When cooked right."
With their catch secured, they returned to the firepit, where they prepared the stew with the remaining rabbit meat. Lara explained as she worked. "This will be for tonight. The fish—we smoke it for tomorrow."
Kali nodded, watching as Lara skillfully gutted the fish, cleaning them before hanging them over the fire to dry.
Not long after, the hunters returned carrying two birds. Lara handed Kali a knife. "Pluck them. Keep feathers here." She pointed at a small pouch that belonged to Athan.
Kali hesitated but followed Lara's instructions, her fingers fumbling slightly as she plucked the feathers. "Why keep? Feathers... for what?"
Lara shrugged. "Athan says useful. He keeps everything."
Kali smirked. "He like birds?"
Lara laughed. "No. He like make things."
The birds, like the fish, were also set aside to be smoked. The hunters also brought back two types of root vegetables. One of them was unfamiliar to Kali. She pointed at it, frowning. "What this?"
Lara picked it up and shook her head. "Not eat now. Rael say must soak in water for many days after peeling. If not, makes stomach very bad." She made a face, holding her stomach. "Or worse."
Kali's expression turned wary. "Why take? Bad food?"
"If in water long time it make good food"Â Lara glanced toward the field, her gaze thoughtful. "Athan took one other night. He have reason. I hope he know not to eat now."
Kali bit her lip, glancing toward the boy who was still excitedly moving out the field. She hoped, too, that he wouldn't make the mistake of eating something dangerous before it was ready.Â
After a while, Lara stepped away from the cooking pot and went to retrieve Athan's bowl before calling everyone for the meal. As the boy approached his bedding to grab his bowl, Lara intercepted him. "Sit," she instructed firmly, waiting until everyone had received their share before returning to him.
Kali watched as an argument briefly flared between them—Athan, reluctant, and Lara, insistent. However, in the end, the boy gave up and let her feed him once more. The scene made Kali smile despite herself. Their interaction was amusing, almost like a ritual, one that neither truly seemed to resent.
After the meal, the evening activities began. Some gathered to carve wood, shaping tools and small objects, while others practiced writing. Kali joined the second group, tracing symbols into the dirt with the others. But after a while, something caught her attention.
Looking up, she noticed Athan working on something with pieces of wood. Intrigued, she focused on what he was doing. His hands moved with careful precision, placing pieces together, pressing certain points until—click—a faint sound was heard, and the wooden parts seemed to lock into place as if by magic.
Fascinated, Kali kept watching, her curiosity growing. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. As the moments passed, more people started to notice, gathering around, murmuring in quiet astonishment as they observed what the boy was creating.Â
Once the structure was complete, the boy moved back a bit, observing his creation with quiet satisfaction. Kali, drawn by curiosity, stood up and cautiously approached. She hesitated before reaching out, pressing her fingers against the wooden form, expecting it to collapse under her touch. But instead of falling apart, the structure remained firm, solid beneath her fingertips.
Surprised, she traced the surface with her fingers, trying to understand how it held together. It felt smooth, yet strong. She couldn't comprehend how the boy had managed to fit the pieces together so perfectly. No ropes, no ties, and yet—it stood firm, unmoving.
Lara's voice broke the silence. "That... house?"
House? Kali's eyes widened slightly as the word echoed in her mind. Lara had taught her that word the day before. So this... this was a house?
Her fingers hovered over the structure once more. A house. That was the word Lara had used. Was this what 'house' meant? She didn't understand its purpose. It was solid, unmoving. But why make something like this? What was it for? Her brows furrowed as she continued to run her hands over the structure, trying to make sense of it.
Kali watched as the boy nodded, his small frame standing tall, his voice carrying an authority she had never heard before. "Yes. This is a small model of what we will build," he declared, his excitement and confidence clear.
Her breath caught as he looked around at the gathered members of the group, his gaze unwavering. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "We will build this on that slab of stone," he said, pointing at the model in front of him. "Using the trees you have felled and carved into beams, we will construct a frame just like this one—but larger, strong enough to shelter all of us."
Kali stared, captivated. She had never heard someone speak like this, with so much certainty, so much conviction. His words weren't just sounds in the air—they painted a picture, one she could almost see.
"Once the structure is complete," he continued, "we will use the long wooden planks you have separated. These will cover the roof and the sides of the house, leaving space only for the door to open and close properly. No longer will we have to endure the rain soaking our beds or the cold wind cutting through our camp."
He glanced at his hands, marked by rough cement, and lifted them slightly. "These hands may still ache from laying the foundation, but that stone base will hold firm. It will support what we build and protect us from the damp ground. We will shape something real—something that will not be washed away."
Kali felt her pulse quicken. A home, not just a shelter. Something that would last. The thought was overwhelming. She had spent her life moving from place to place, knowing nothing but temporary safety. This boy was telling them they could have something more—something she had never dared dream of.
His gaze swept over the group. "Inside our home, we will be dry. We will be warm. We will have walls to protect us, a roof over our heads, and a place to rest without fear. This—" he gestured toward the model again, "—this is more than just shelter. This is the beginning of something greater. A place where we can thrive, not just survive. A home, for all of us."
A shiver ran down Kali's spine. A home.
She glanced toward Lara, who stood close to the boy, her eyes shining with something raw—pride, certainty and something softer—tenderness. For the first time, Kali understood why the older girl guarded him so fiercely. He wasn't just another boy. He was something different. Someone who could change everything.
And suddenly, Kali knew—she, too, wanted to be part of this. Part of whatever he was building.
She would not be left behind.