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Updated: September 16, 2025
And when the smoking mists cleared and the chaos died away, as the tract broadened and the waters smoothed again just as swiftly, their craft remained, unbroken and undaunted. Kalus gave a cry and shook his fist at the sky, while the girl wept. Another obstacle had failed to defeat them. But Kalus was given no time for celebration, and he knew it.
Finally the waiting and fear became too much and he rushed at him, slicing the air with the blade. But Shar-hai slipped away easily and circled behind him before he could turn. Kalus whirled to face him. Wielding his weapon with courage but little real skill, he repeated the attack again and again. Fruitless.
Kalus watched her go, and though shocked and stunned and hurt himself, felt yet again the indestructible bond that was his love for her. When she struck him it had been as if he struck himself, and even as she promised to hurt him, his one thought was for her safety. Kataya, Komai, even the cub who stood beside him, became secondary, superfluous in his life.
I suppose there were reasons for the War, and in fairness I don't think either side wanted it. But it happened all the same. We launched weapons that could kill millions of people from thousands of miles away, and go on killing years after..... I don't know why I was left alive. DON'T CRY. 'All my friends and family are dead. Everything I knew is gone. Kalus answered softly.
She turned away, drawn to him as on a chain, yet afraid. Why did he move her so? 'I didn't want to lose Akar, either. Sometimes if you love someone, you have to let them go. Now it was she who was unconvincing. And all at once, he wanted her. Kalus rose, all his sorrows and reawakened desires now focused with total singularity upon the object, the living being of his love.
Sylviana thought her heart would break for it, and Kalus remembered for the first time without bitterness, the smile and trust of young Shama. The girl sat up; she couldn't help herself. At once the child sprinted back to the sea, diving into the waters as naturally as a newly hatched sea turtle, thinking no more of the ensuing swim than a bird thinks of flight.
Kalus now began to search for a less dangerous strip of beach, confident that if such could be found, by hook or by crook they would reach it, and effect some kind of landing.
'Yes. She rose from the fur, pushed back her hair and took a long drink from the steel flask, which Kalus had filled. She felt safe and rested as she brought it down again, no longer oppressed by the curving, serrated walls and close proximity of her friends. A deeper, and more necessary sleep she had not known for days uncounted.
But Akar never moved. She gazed across at her first companion, eyes glistening. 'Do you know what it's like to expect death and find friendship? He was hurt, Kalus, badly. And half starved, I'm sure. He could have killed me so easily, to save himself..... I looked up after maybe five minutes, to find him just watching me, with all the hatred gone out of his eyes.
Sometimes Kamela would hunt with him, to help provide for the wolves, but always with a dull and hopeless look in her eyes that Kalus felt very deep in his heart. The long scar on her underside, which he had seen only once, while she slept, could tell him only a part of the tale. And of the rest she was closed even with Akar.
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