Young Lord of Khadora

A Chula with a headdress resembling a lion's mane and wearing a long, brown tunic strode into the clearing and approached a Chula riding a black panther. The rider stood out from the other Chula warriors because he was clothed from head to foot in animal skins. Togi watched as the two different-looking Chula conversed and looked towards him. After a few moments of conversation the pair strode over to Togi and stood before him. Togi's eyes blinked as he looked at the face of the Chula with the lion's mane headdress, only it wasn't a headdress at all. The Chula before him sported slit eyes and whiskers like a cat and the mane appeared to be part of him. His split lips smiled as he observed Togi's expression, but it was the Chula in animal skins that spoke.

I am Tmundo, leader of the Kywara, the Chula stated. You Khadorans learn slowly. Twice now, my people have had to teach you the lesson of observing our holy grounds. I have little patience for slow learners. You shall live to deliver a message to the Khadorans who would invade our lands. Listen carefully, so that I do not have to carve the message into your flesh with my knife.

Togi nodded briskly as the sweat poured off his brow.

The next time Khadorans invade this valley, Tmundo declared, not only the blood of the invaders will be spilled, but the blood of the man who sent them will be spread across his own lands. The Sitari Valley belongs to the Kywara as it has always and how it shall always be. Repeat the message, now.

Togi quivered as he repeated the message word for word. Tmundo swiftly drew his knife and Togi cringed as it flicked towards him. Waiting for the bite of the blade upon his flesh, Togi felt the restraining ropes fall from his body.

We have prepared a wagon for your journey back home, purred the Chula with the lion's mane. Even in death, we do not welcome Khadorans on our land. Take them back to your people.

Togi glanced at the wagon piled high with dead Situ restrained by the rope made from the soldiers' clothes. The wagon was designed to haul long logs and was the largest he had ever seen, yet the bodies piled on it would tumble over the sides without the rope holding them on. Eight horses were hitched to the wagon and Togi wondered whether they would be able to pull the weight.

Tmundo gave Togi a shove towards the wagon and the lumberman quickly made his way to the driver's seat and urged the horses forward. Visibly shaking, Togi sighed as the eight large horses started to pull the wagon towards home. The Chula stood and watched the wagon as it slowly picked up momentum.