THE HUNT

I guess i was human once, about 500 years ago. Now ah yes now, lets just say I am something else… you might say i was half bird or that I’m just some kind of mutant, but I would argue that you are wrong on both counts. Before i let you know who or what time has made me, I should tell you who I was.

So 500 years ago the worlds were very different places, no technology , no internet, social media or mobile devices. You would call it sexist but women did stay at home, before you climb up on your high horse you need to understand that it wasn’t that women weren’t capable of doing other things the things that men did it was just that there were lots to keep the women busy in the village, and they were happy if you had a women that wanted to go on the hunt then that is what she did. But i do digress, i was to tell you of who i was, my name was simple Ali, all our names were simple back then and our language was made up of sounds whistles and gestures. Myself I was the chiefs eldest son, and one great hunter, i would follow prey for days cover myself in feather or fur to hide my own smell.

But one day I know I should have stayed with my wife and our newborn my second child, my first was EL a beautiful wide eyed little handful, but that morning much to our delight and my prides delight my son was born Dl, I should have stayed it would of been ok! I knew food was low and winter wasn’t far off so I went out on the hunt with spear and bow, covered in fur. I tracked a bull of a black bear for two hours, I got above him and leapt, my spear drove deep and he breathed his last. But i fell to mans greatest folly PRIDE, both in my kill and in the both of my son. If only I’d paid attention if I’d listened to the wind and trees… for the bull had a mate and she killed me, her first strike sent me flying several meters, my body landed hard and broke in many places, her second hit clawed my face and throat and i died, it was not a black bear that killed me but pride.

I woke maybe twenty years later, nowhere as a kind of spirit, tortured as i watched my family grow old and die, i saw the famin the flood the plague all the time unable to help and the one by one they died old age or illness took them. Then he came to me, a soft warm voice asking for my help, asking me to hunt again, at first i said no, twice but when he came to me a third time I said yes. He made me into what you see now and more, I can be any bird i can see through the eyes of nature to find the hunted, the escaped people like you. Before you die I will tell you my name… Alicrow Corvid

Hope I never have to hunt you Dear reader!

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