Chapter 2 (cont)
As the scene unfolded Mirendin could not believe what he did. Not even the toughest man in the Croapian tribe could bare the sight. As Ike layed motionless on the ground, and Lidan in his cradle starring up at him there was blood spattered everywhere. Mirendin knew what would happen next; either his wife would walk in, or another tribe member would see the sight. Mirendin went into deep thought, and then he kneeled before Ike and weeped.

There was one thing Mirendin couldn’t grasp, and that one thought was why he killed his brother. He knew if anyone saw this that he would be banished, and Lidan would become a sacrafice to the Gods. He couldn’t let that happen he needed to stop this Hell that was created by his own to hands. There was only one thing he could do; he had to take Lidan, and flee. From Lindan’s perspective all he could understand was that father was crying and red liquid was on his face. At only two weeks old Lindan was already in a whole lot of trouble.