A Story Less told (The Legend of Greg) Book 1 of 2

Chapter 1: The Child

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                                                                          Chapter 1:

A little girl, perhaps 14 years old, darted through the faint wisp of snow covering the barren ground. The faint sound of equal parts wind and human voices wafted through the cold air as it bit the exposed skin. She was scooped up by a young mother, given a look of frivolous scolding, complete with a half smile and muttering of words in a form of ancient Pre-Mongolian. She carried her child back to the Ger where they lived, a small house of timber and animal hide. A native man with a grey beard greeted his daughter as she rushed in to hug him. He hugged her back and muttered something, shooing her out to play so he could talk to her mother in private. She looked far more concerned than he did.

"He cannot go to the trade village again, Etlaan." she sighed softly, trying not to wake the boy as he hid under his fur blanket and pretended to sleep.

"He is a good hunter, he must learn to trade for his kills in the village." he encouraged proudly.

"He cannot be allowed to roam alone. He is not like us." she encouraged.

"He is my son. Child of the gods or child of my seed, Khoi is mine to raise and teach. The Prophesy demands it, and I care for him as my own." he insisted.

"He is not of us. I love him as you do, but the others do not understand. He is not safe." she insisted.

"He will learn to go beyond this village; he is not destined to be a nomad or a poor farmer, merely because he was given to them." he said slightly irritated, as if they had this conversation before. The blankets moved slightly as the boy's adopted father looked back. Odd for a boy to sleep in his boots and clothing.