At that moment, Soma knew he was about to die. He knew as soon as he heard the scream. It washed up from the valley, rolling across the landscape. His worst nightmare given voice.
Soma’s eyes hardened. He started running towards home. His pale and naked legs moved at unthinking speed, carrying him down the hillside toward the village. Around him, his kin were doing the same: running, their faces alight with fear. They lived in a peaceful world; to hear such a cry would be terrifying, for they could not know what it was. Soma did, and his terror was greater.
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