A Moment Of Clarity -An Ongoing Tale Chapter 162

I am Beast. I eat the flesh of predators. I write on parchment. I walk in the hills.

The hills are clay. TheMan with the Pottery Wheel uses clay. It is wet and sticky when it rains or snows.

I wonder about mom so long ago.

She was soft and safe. 

I am hard outside. Soft inside. I keep things safe. 

There is a word for a woman that  lost her husband. 

Widow.

What is name for mother who lost her son?

I don’t know.

There are fierce people here. Fiercer than the Heron. They shoot arrows at me and make no peace.

They call me yenaldooshi like Ahusaka did. I hear them whisper. They are not quiet enough to take me.

I walk into their camp and they fear. Why they look for me then? Maybe not so fierce. They made a totem that looks like me.

The forest makes me calm. I think more clearly here. Some pain stays. Some pain goes away.

The moon will be full soon. I try to ignore it. It tears at me and I feel wild. 

I feel my body changing. The outside is the same. The inside changes. Then I am RAGE AND BITTERNESS.

I try never to scratch or bite when men try to hurt me. I do not want them to be like me. They can get my sickness.

I kill what I bite.

It must be. 

There must be no more of me.

Author: The Storyteller

Benjamin Thiel is a husband, father, correctional professional and author of The Ongoing Tale at Brothers Campfire. His favorite quote is "Don't count the lions. It will make you afraid and slow you down."

11 thoughts on “A Moment Of Clarity -An Ongoing Tale Chapter 162”

        1. He was bitten by a horrible creature as a child and has a disease that is contagious. He is frequently dreiven from places due to his grotesque look and sometimes has to fight.

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