The harsh winds blew, causing the few trees that dotted the landscape around the small cave to bend over backwards under their unrelenting assault.
Inside the cave, a large fire blazed, surrounded by figures who shared the same russet coloured hair and the same hazel brown eyes.
All of them watched an old male, his russet hair greying and hazel eyes filled with a quiet sort of wisdom, sit himself down on a log that took up most of the space of the area surrounding the fire. He was accompanied by an even older female, hair completely grey and face a mass of wrinkles.
The pair watched those who watched them, until the male broke the stare off to look deep into the flames.
“The tale I’m about to tell you,” he began in a slow, quiet voice, “is the story I think all of you should have been told many years ago. It is the story of how our numbers came to grow. It is how we came back from the brink of extinction.”
“It begins with a girl and ends with a woman. A woman named Cera.”
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