He...he's coming...

In the pottery jar, a boy named Taal heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

In the dark clay pot, it is difficult to move the limbs;

Taal could feel his heartbeat was getting faster and stronger, and even his body seemed to be twitching involuntarily.

Sweat fell from his forehead to the bottom of the clay pot, not loud, but it seemed to be hitting Taal's brain.

The clay pot is getting hotter and stuffy, like a steamer.

The heartbeat echoes in this small space, corresponding to the noisy sounds outside.

What happened outside? Is it a day that is not celebrated today?

Why are there shouts of killing? Why are there screams of screams? Why are there mourns?

Today, the banquet was held to reward his father and other men in the tribe, because they united with the neighboring tribes and brought back quite abundant spoils;

However, Taal was not old enough to attend the men's celebration, and his mother left him at home to do miscellaneous work, which made Taal feel angry;

But before I finished my work, I heard a terrible sound coming from outside...

Just now, Taal's mother went out to take a look, and then asked him to hide quickly;

The place at home is really tight, and the only place where you can hide someone is the clay pot.

The mother told Taal not to come out no matter what, and then wrote a kiss on his forehead.

Tarr dared not move, he didn't dare to move for a moment, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly;

He wanted to throw his ears outside the clay pot and listen carefully to what was going on.

He heard his mother wandering around the house, and then two people came in...

Two strange men; their voices were very heavy and their figures should be very strong;

Judging from what they said, they...

Until just now, Taal couldn't help it:

Why did my mother make such a painful sound?

It seems that he fell to the ground?

Taal took a deep breath slowly, trying to calm down his emotions and think about the current situation.

Before this, there seemed to be a sound of a sword stabbing into the human body.

It was after that sound that my mother screamed and fell to the ground...

Could it be that their mother was given to her...!?

Thinking of this, Tarr took a breath and let out an uncontrollable whine.

No...no!

Taal felt his heart beating: although he heard that one person had already left, there was still one left!

My voice just now will definitely attract him!

Taal's hands tried hard to grasp the clothes on his body, but the soreness and numbness from his fingers could not divert his attention at all.

He is extremely nervous now.

The man's footsteps were getting closer and closer.

What will he do? What will he do?

Grab yourself out of the pottery jar and kill with one sword?

Or should they be chopped directly with the clay pot?

Taal's mind is occupied by endless fear.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer! They are getting closer and closer!

That man is here! He stopped!

Judging from the sound of footsteps...

Now... he is standing next to the clay pot!

How would I die?

How painful is death?

I don't want to die!

Tarr could feel the steps of that person, the breathing of that person, and even the eyes of that person...

And the sword in that person's hand.

Ahhh, what am I doing wrong?

Why? Why kill me!?

I...I...

Taal felt his pants become wet involuntarily.

He closed his eyes and waited for death.

...

However, the expected horrors did not really come

Pro.

The man stopped next to the clay pot and did not continue to move.

He sighed and finally turned and left.

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, Taal couldn't believe this fact...

I was not killed.

That person obviously had discovered himself... Why didn't he take action?

Could it be... that I'm soft-hearted?

Tarr tried hard to recall the conversation between the two strong men just now;

Obviously, one of them is more dangerous, while the other one is relatively safe.

The one who left just now should be the murderer who killed his mother...

What is left is the person who is unwilling to kill.

That person didn't like killing, so he let himself go...

That's how Taal guessed.

After experiencing extreme fear, Taal is now quite calm.

His body was still trembling; but his mind was very active.

The situation is not safe now, and you can't go out yet. Taal thought so.

After confirming that the person had left the room, Taal opened a small opening on the lid above his head.

The clay pot was so stuffy that it was so breathless;

Moreover, if you open a gap, you can better hear the sounds outside.

There was almost no sound of shouting and killing outside, but it was still not quiet.

Although there was no sound of shouting and killing, the sound of mourning and screaming were still there.

There were also the proud laughter of the soldiers; the helpless cry of women in the tribe.

Among these sounds, Taal distinguished a familiar sound.

The sound is closer to Tal and it sounds more realistic...

Beiya...

That was Bey's voice.

The most beautiful girl in the tribe, the dream lover of all unmarried men...

There seemed to be several male voices around her;

Beiya cried helplessly, but all the soldiers who could fight had already died in battle.

No one can save her.

These beasts dare...

There are also the cry of children; the older ones are in their teenage years, and the younger ones can’t walk.

Taal couldn't see what was happening outside, but he could roughly guess:

Some children cried and cried, and with the dull sound, they completely disappeared.
To be continued...