[Table of Contents] [Previous Chapter] [Next Chapter] Seven Ddun looked over the destruction with a thick ache in his breast. Half the camp was ash, but few lives lost compared to what might have been. Teeth grit beneath his mask, an attempt to keep his anger in check with the fighting done. The mask spirits were silent, though he gave them words of thanks. The ashen fields around them, and all the field spirits were surely angry now… the clan would have to leave this place until the seasons changed.
“Our world has indoor plumbing and antibiotics and radio and weapons of mass destruction. We put a man on the moon and melted two cities into glass.”
Put a couple of tears in my eyes.
Now I feel better. Not that I'm happy about the gun.