Prologue

Groggo sat upon his chair at the shared table of his newly made wife. Nayha was the finest woman in the N’Jun tribe with her long black hair and flawless skin. To the men of her tribe she was a goddess, Aphrodite reincarnated and they couldn’t help but lay their eyes upon her. Groggo was the lucky man who gained her hand in marriage. He was the greatest warriors of his time, Strong, vigilant, and always ready when called upon by the chief. They spoiled him rotten not that he was complaining, he was enjoying the high treatment of his people.

“Groggo! Groggo!” A young man’s voice rang out as he dashed towards the medium sized shelter where the young warrior and his wife resided. Groggo hearing his call stood from his place at the table and swing the cloth door aside meeting the boy halfway.

“What is it Taro?” He asked hearing the urgency in the boy’s voice, He knew this matter to be serious.

“There is a group of rogue Nar Yama tribal men nearby bringing disaster upon our hunting grounds. Our hunters have been severely injured the Shaman are tending to them now.” Taro spoke up staring up at the tall warrior with hope. He prayed to the spirits above that Groggo could do something about this. If anyone could he knew Groggo had it in him to stop such madness.

“I will handle this Taro return home tell your father I will ride to the hunting grounds myself.” Groggo replied laying his hand gently on the boys head and ruffling his hair. Taro nodded and took off for the chiefs shelter to let him know.

“Groggo?” He heard his wife speak up and turned towards her laying a hand on her shoulder with a small smile.

“I will return shortly Nayha. You will stay here and finish your meal.” He said earning a small tear filled nod.

“Come home safe.” She said before assisting him in preparing for his travels. Soon enough Groggo was mounting his horse ready to take out the threat to his tribe.

How is that so far??