Surrounded by relatives, a new life came to be. The early humans celebrated silently inside their warm cave, lit by a small fire. A small creature, the infant, cried until it could no more. Now sucking on its mother, the group could enjoy the silence of the night to rest, although some kept watch.
The sun rose, as did the infant’s cries. The group orderly dispersed, some with simple weapons, others with woven baskets and small blades. Some of them stayed behind, alongside the newborn and its recovering mother, while the ones who kept watch at night slept in the dark corners of the small cave.
The mother carefully caressed her newborn, such a fragile being could face demise for the smallest of things, she had found out not too long ago… Time itself felt stopped as she held him, but it would only get faster from now on.
The small newborn rapidly grew into a bigger but still small version of himself. Now entrusted with a basket, he helped the tribe with gathering edible plants, among some other things, alongside the tribe’s women and other small children. Then, enough time had passed for him to be entrusted with a spear, he trained and hunted at the same time with his fellow hunters.
He saw many of them fall victim to the fangs of vicious predators, the tusks and stomps of large beasts, and the harsh conditions of the land. Thankfully enough, the tribe’s population grew slightly faster than the constant culling done by nature. It was soon time for him to have a child of his own, stray hairs appearing on his face from time to time. Those soon grew as if they were always there all along.
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After bringing down a vicious animal all on his own, the tribe rewarded him with respect and honor, the yellowish pelt on his back representing his heroic deed. Elders showered him with praise, yet he felt hollow inside. He now had a full beard, yet no offspring. Nearly a dozen times he had slept with the opposite sex, yet none of his partners bore his child.
He continued hunting with his fellows even as age caught up, his senses slowly dulled with time, as did a spear. A great hunt was upon him, all of the tribe’s hunters cornered a gigantic beast against an unclimbable cliff, truly a death sentence for it. But it would not go without a fight. It thrashed around, even as spears pierced and left deep cuts in its skin, sending many on their first flight of their lives, and crushing an unfortunate hunter with a distinctive pelt on him. His dullen spear pierced the beast’s left eye as a final act, most likely reaching the brain and killing it, but the hunter could not know this, and never would.
His body was no longer suitable for life.
It would find another.
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Instead of feeling organs spilling out, like expected, she instead felt herself spilling out of another’s organs. Breathing was hard, she probably thought her lungs were lost during the hunt. Her eyes were temporarily malfunctioning, feeling almost blind, and her hearing was somewhat muffled.
The people surrounding the new mother and her daughter grew worried, as the child wasn’t crying, but later calmed as they realized nothing was wrong with her. They began conversing amongst themselves, the words sounding not only muffled, but completely foreign to the infant.
The tears were finally let out.