Tribe Of Rushing Water Novels & Stories

I lowered my gaze with an effort and decided to remain silent even though I had the nagging desire to demand why I was being kept hostage and what it was they claimed I was owing them. I only wished that the Moon Goddess led Alpha Kai and his entourage to the tribe. My mind reminded me again of the pack members I had seen outside and the feeling of sympathy was again aroused in me. I wondered where they had water to drink. We had galloped through hills and valleys and thick dry bushes but not once had I seen a swamp or a lagoon or a river. There had been no water body at all.

Where Rivers Remember Water surged from the broken statue like a living thing—rushing, swirling, climbing the banks without touching the trees. It swept through the clearing in a spiral, circling Mireya without soaking her feet. The drowned dropped their heads to the ground, whispering in tongues older than land. Bastian grabbed Mireya’s hand, trying to pull her back. “You’re not doing this,” he said. “This is them. This is their flood, not yours!”

Alpha Kalil mindlinked us and I felt a thorn finally pulled out of my heart. I looked at Nix who slowed down and so did the others. I can hear the birds chirping and the waters smashing to the surface of rocks. The smell of the fresh sea and stinky fishes. The clamor of drunk wolves and their battles grunts. Our paws slowly buried into the fine white sand. We have arrived at the Oceania tribe. I approached Mua and gestured to put down the basket so that I could carry it. “You can take a peek now,” Nix mindlinked the kids. “But don’t come out yet, we still need to walk past the guards.”

“Battleaxe tribe? Where the hell is that?” “They are not in one region. It’s a floating territory. One couldn't attain the passage without passing the massive land of mangroves and in the far end behind an enormous cliff. Impossible for the humans to pass without risking the angry waves of the Dark Ocean below. The small community was literally floating inside the enormous cave." "Another cave?"

Mugs clinked in the firelight, ale spilling in merry drops onto the earth, sealing the toast with the scent of fermented grains and shared resolve. Lira's envoys mingled freely now, their river-slick furs brushing against our cliff-hardened pelts, laughter bubbling up as stories crossed clan lines—tales of legendary swims through raging torrents, countered by our accounts of scaling sheer rock faces under storm-lashed skies. The pack's bond thrummed with a tentative expansion, faint tendrils reaching toward these water kin, testing the waters of trust we'd just pledged to navigate together.

Remus nodded, glad that Lyall actually thinks sometimes. “Turns out, there was an island about thirteen kilometres away–” Lyall stopped and searched for a map within Remus’s room. When he found one, he laid it in front of Remus and Zeeb and used his fingers to show the point of distance from the cliff to the island he was talking about. “–the closest island to where the cliff ends and where we think the Hybrid swam into is Casiafell.”

I ordered Ikem he obeyed enthusiastically as we carried her to the protection of a plantain shade shielding her from the sun rays. “Take care of mama, let me get some water” he nodded while I set out to find the nearest source of water. The stream was very close to the spot my eyes met a deserted bucket, I scooped some water and ran back to mama and Ikem. My thoughts rummaging with crazy imaginations that I could not comprehend, I tried to wash off the dark philosophy clouding my mind as I took quick – ferocious steps to save my mother. I could hear her taunting words in my psyche, she would always believe that we were the best amongst the rest.

"I'm coming back in one piece and you're going to watch me come back from the shore." "Why do we need a map when you can fly high and find the place? Even we can stay here and wait for you to come back with the atlas." "Unfortunately, our village is hidden and only that atlas will tell us where it is," says Arwha. "Hidden? Like El Dorado kind of thing?" "Uhm... we don't know El Dorado?" "It's a mythical tribe," she shrugs. "Will that atlas marked where your village is?" "We just say our tribe's special name and it will locate on its own," Kitto uttered, giving her an encouraging smile.

Here, in the Roguelands, in what used to be a city called Twin Rivers, now nothing but a husk of what it was twenty or so years ago when Ryatt and Ella were young, that same river is angry and narrow, full of rapids and rock. Sydney stands beside me as I watch the water–the shattered ruins of bridges running across it at several points. And the rowboat fighting the rapids. Sydney straightens, narrowing his eyes at the group of warriors shouting at the few men inside the boat who are shouting back for help as the rapids send the boat lurching in a circle. The women on board scream–shrill and terrified. “There’s a child on that boat,” Sydney growls under his breath, gripping my arm for a momen

Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder. In search of the Nile (SN) When life in the Habar tribe gets more and more difficult as the plains dry up, the tribe leader decides to marry his daughter to the son of the nomadic tribe leader. The two tribes hate each other, there is a rumor of a river that never dries up in the north, but the elders are not willing to leave the land of their ancestors. The children of the tribe have to put their differences aside and make a very difficult decision when the small stream that fed the village finally runs dry. They abandon all adults and old people, going on a journey of no re