Fan Fiction ❯ The Moondiver Chronicles: Defiance ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: lucawindmover 
Luca Windmover's parents discuss Katalyn's eviction from the tribe.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.03.2005 | Updated On: 01.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 635 | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
Luca Windmover's parents discuss Katalyn's eviction from the tribe.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.03.2005 | Updated On: 01.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 635 | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Two
Slowly, dusk descended on the Windmover tribe. Just as every evening, the men worked, the women cooked, and the children played. Four young, blonde-haired girls in light green tunics skipped rope next to the tents. Two elderly women sat in rocking chairs, gossiping as they mended tent tarps. A few of the men stoked the fires for the evening meal as the women prepared dinner. No one acted as if a member of the tribe had been outcast, though everyone knew.
“Ultimus, I don’t think sending a fifteen year-old girl out into the world on her own is a good idea, tradition or no tradition,” Luca’s mother, Grena, complained as she peeled potatoes.
Ultimus slammed his fist on the community table where he sat with his wife, “Grena, I told you that I had no choice. There is nothing else I can do. I told you fourteen years ago that keeping Nakita’s baby was a bad idea and that it would only lead to trouble. And here you are, heart broken over the child and I can’t do a single thing about it. Caerai!” he cursed in dwelvish. He hated to see his wife upset.
Grena held her tongue. A woman had no place to worry about the problems in the tribe. But Katalyn felt like the daughter she never had. And now she was being ripped from her arms over a stupid tradition. Over the years, tradition became law.
“It isn’t fair. She is just a girl, a child. OUR child. I don’t care that she wasn’t born to a healer. She is still a part of this tribe. She was raised here. She loves us--”
“No, she loves you!” Ultimus interrupted. “And Luca. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love the tribe. She has acted all her life as an outcast. I am only trying to help her find a place where she can belong,” Ultimus said weakly.
Grena threw her potato in the dirt by the table. Anger flared in her eyes. “She only acted how she was treated. She has lived her whole life being told she wasn’t good enough. Because she doesn’t have a healer mother and father she means she doesn’t belong. All she has ever wanted from us is a family. You and the tribe elders treated her like she wasn‘t wanted.”
“It’s not my fault that the girl’s mother didn’t want her,” Ultimus replied, leaning down to pick up the potato.
“Well, it wasn’t her fault either. And she is being treated as if she wanted to be left here. As is she asked to be separated from people like herself and stranded here in a place full of heartless and unkind men.”
Neither spoke. The sounds of children playing in the forest and men working surrounded them though the pair was oblivious.
“Ultimus, she’s a Moondiver. She doesn’t know what that means. Outside the tribe she’ll be a different person. There are those who would do her harm. She won’t understand--”
“Nakita should have thought of that before leaving her here,” he interrupted again. “Katalyn will bring danger to the tribe is she stays here. She’ll attract powerful enemies before long. We didn’t have a choice.”
Grena’s face softened. “Ultimus, you are the tribe leader. Can you do nothing to change the minds of the elders?”
“I have done all that I can for the girl,” Ultimus said and he stood and left his wife.
Slowly, dusk descended on the Windmover tribe. Just as every evening, the men worked, the women cooked, and the children played. Four young, blonde-haired girls in light green tunics skipped rope next to the tents. Two elderly women sat in rocking chairs, gossiping as they mended tent tarps. A few of the men stoked the fires for the evening meal as the women prepared dinner. No one acted as if a member of the tribe had been outcast, though everyone knew.
“Ultimus, I don’t think sending a fifteen year-old girl out into the world on her own is a good idea, tradition or no tradition,” Luca’s mother, Grena, complained as she peeled potatoes.
Ultimus slammed his fist on the community table where he sat with his wife, “Grena, I told you that I had no choice. There is nothing else I can do. I told you fourteen years ago that keeping Nakita’s baby was a bad idea and that it would only lead to trouble. And here you are, heart broken over the child and I can’t do a single thing about it. Caerai!” he cursed in dwelvish. He hated to see his wife upset.
Grena held her tongue. A woman had no place to worry about the problems in the tribe. But Katalyn felt like the daughter she never had. And now she was being ripped from her arms over a stupid tradition. Over the years, tradition became law.
“It isn’t fair. She is just a girl, a child. OUR child. I don’t care that she wasn’t born to a healer. She is still a part of this tribe. She was raised here. She loves us--”
“No, she loves you!” Ultimus interrupted. “And Luca. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love the tribe. She has acted all her life as an outcast. I am only trying to help her find a place where she can belong,” Ultimus said weakly.
Grena threw her potato in the dirt by the table. Anger flared in her eyes. “She only acted how she was treated. She has lived her whole life being told she wasn’t good enough. Because she doesn’t have a healer mother and father she means she doesn’t belong. All she has ever wanted from us is a family. You and the tribe elders treated her like she wasn‘t wanted.”
“It’s not my fault that the girl’s mother didn’t want her,” Ultimus replied, leaning down to pick up the potato.
“Well, it wasn’t her fault either. And she is being treated as if she wanted to be left here. As is she asked to be separated from people like herself and stranded here in a place full of heartless and unkind men.”
Neither spoke. The sounds of children playing in the forest and men working surrounded them though the pair was oblivious.
“Ultimus, she’s a Moondiver. She doesn’t know what that means. Outside the tribe she’ll be a different person. There are those who would do her harm. She won’t understand--”
“Nakita should have thought of that before leaving her here,” he interrupted again. “Katalyn will bring danger to the tribe is she stays here. She’ll attract powerful enemies before long. We didn’t have a choice.”
Grena’s face softened. “Ultimus, you are the tribe leader. Can you do nothing to change the minds of the elders?”
“I have done all that I can for the girl,” Ultimus said and he stood and left his wife.