posted on Jan, 3 2012 @ 08:44 PM
Marsten was relaxing, eyes closed, leaning on his back, on a pole in front of his hovel.
The hot air of the day was caressing his face, making him think of days past, with his mentor and friend, Pletch-As. In the distance, the sound of the
workers with their tools made him remember one hot summer day.
The summer had been cooler in general, but the last week had been hotter than usual, as if all the forgotten heat of summer was compressed in those
few days. Everybody was on edge, particularly the children, who wanted to play nonetheless.
But to play a game of Haj-Tah' in such a heat could only be done by children. The rules were simple; One is designed to be the "Dragon", and he
must catch at least three "Seers" in order to keep on reigning. If he fails to do so, another is elected as Dragon, and the cycle continues, until
the kids tire out, or they need to go eat and drink.
It was Marsten's turn to be the Dragon, and one of the boys was never recognizing to have been touched by Marsten, stalling the game, and annoying
everyone. Particularly Marsten who was getting a little bit into his character of the Dragon. Angered, he raised a fist, and started to bring it down
when Pletch-As grabbed it firmly, stopping the arm in its course to violence.
Pletch-As was looking serious and stared at Marsten for a few seconds, then kneeled while telling the kids to gather around him. He was talking to
everyone, Marsten first, and said; -"You are strong, Marsten... And so are a few of you."
Pausing to let his words resonate inside the children, he continued; -"You all know where we are, and what the surrounding world looks like, how it
works. Instead of hitting each other, protect each other."
Marsten pleaded that the other boy was annoying, as if it was an excuse to his aborted action. Pletch-As explained that if they really became Dragons
in their games, they would act like ones in real life, and everybody knew Dragons were despicable, to any races, if anything at all.
"Friendship and solidarity are the real and only treasures to be found in this sad land we are.", said Pletch-As. Then smiling, he said; -"But its
OUR sad land, and somehow, that makes me proud!" "So next time a friend is annoying, take a break until he or she calms down, understood, little
"Ha!Ha!, You're a bloxy!", said a boy, starting to run, followed by others who were calling others bloxies, too. A bloxy was a common milking furry
insect in the region. But it ranked!!! Marsten went to his mother's side to drink some cold water.
Looking at the scene from a distance, Aaiyana told a friend working beside her; -"I'm glad Pletch-As has entered both our lives. Marsten really
likes him, and I admit I do, too..." "But never like I loved Marsten's real father, even if too briefly..." Aaiyana's friend told her to keep
that idea to herself.
"Not many companions would have been this good with you and your labor. He may have seen more summers than you can count, but he has always been
there for you, for us all in fact. Don't break him, please.", said in a semi plaintive voice the friend.
As if hearing them, Pletch-As turned around, and waved after a few seconds, before resuming his tool repairing activities.
A push on the shoulder took Marsten out of his rêverie. His assistant was pointing in the direction of a beginning fight between workers. Marsten
looked at his assistant, then sighed. He went in the direction of the fight, resolute to press some brotherly attitude into their minds.