THE WATCHERS WATCH
Jorgan was to marry Marynth on the seventh cold
moon of the cold month. All the festivities were set and the families had made
the agreements regarding the marriage, now everyone waited for the day to
arrive.
Jorgan was really excited about his wife-to-be and
couldn’t wait for the day to arrive so one day, he and Marynth disappeared.
Both their families were worried about them for they had been gone for a moon
but their worries were stayed when the duo returned in the morning.
Nobody scolded them about their actions for they
were reckoned to have known what they were doing being adults. All that they
got as discipline was the suspicious looks of the elders.
“You know that you could have waited Jorgan, your
marriage is only a few moons away and she would have been all yours. Now
everyone in the village knows about what you both did.” Heptac, Jorgan’s best
friend spoke to him like a brother indeed. Jorgan did not regret his actions
until he realised that everyone had heard about it. He was sorrier for being
hasty and putting Marynth in such an awkward position.
Jorgan couldn’t take the suspicious looks and
cold-shoulders anymore from his people so immediately after the marriage
ceremony, he took his new bride and left the village, the land of their birth.
He planned to find a new land and settle there with his new bride and start a
new village and he was succeeding.
On the tenth cold moon, they arrived at a beautiful
land; though it was covered with snow, Jorgan knew that it was going to be
perfect for settlement and farming once the sun takes back the sky. So they
settled there and did their best to make the land their home.
By the local forecasting, the sun was supposed to
have taken back the sky some 20 moons ago but it didn’t. Everywhere was still
covered with snow and the land got colder. Their victuals were almost spent and
Marynth was very much with child. This worried Jorgan and even though she
didn’t say much about the cold, he could see that she was both scared and cold.
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