The Northeast Mountain

It was drafty on the peak of the northeast mountain which was almost on a level with the clouds, and it was here Susan chose to have a better view of the northeast side. She saw the smoking huts, and tents, the playing children, the gatherings of adults around fires and the staked meat they kept turning and she wondered, what brought these savages here.

They were in rag clothing, their feet bare, and their idols scattered all around the place. Some prayed to their idols, some poured blood on them, some tried to feed them, Susan laughed.

“Ignorant they are,” Susan said, “wouldn’t you agree, sister?”

Vivian materialized next to Susan. “Chadwick is gathering his war party,” she said. “And I hope we’ve not come to play scouts?” She looked at Susan.

“Oh, you’re going to love this.” Susan smiled. “Lightning, whirlwind, and fire.”

Vivian lifted her gaze to the changing clouds, it darkened, bolts of lightning struck every part of the camp, a whirlwind began and took people of