To Be Continued

[Guest]

Continue this story by adding one to three sentences.

 

"One among you must venture into the unknown lands to find a cure for this terrible disease."

The village elder looked at the crowd, a mix of frightened children and old widows.

[Fifoo]

People were looking at each other, no one dared to say a word, and among the dense crowd a silhouette was only waiting for the opportunity to avenge himself for reasons that only the oldest women in the tribe could remember. But it was forbidden to talk about it, on pain of being punished in a way that no one dares to imagine.

[Guest]

Finally Matron Unvara cleared her throat.

"Given that you spread this disease by sleeping with half the village, you should be the one to go, oh great and wise elder."

[Fifoo]

"How dare You judge my gest! hissed the old man. By my status as an Elder of the Tribe, it was my right to sleep with any desired woman. Have you forgotten that You were the first to enjoy this honor?"

[Guest]

"You have abused your authority! My baby girl is heavy with your child! Have you no shame?" Naera One-Eyed shouted in outrage.

[Fifoo]

A low growl was heard in the crowd, then voices rose fast and some hands in the crowd began to stir, pointing with an accusing finger at the old man: "Yes, it can not go on like this anymore! Do something!"

[Guest]

A cloaked figure shot out of the crowd and had the elder in his grip before the other could react. It was dirty old Tobb, who had been publicly unmanned by decree of the village elder for sleeping with another man's wife. There was a mad gleam in his eyes and something hungry in his expression.