The sky was still dim.
But through the thin atmosphere, the stars could be seen clearly.
Only, the two crescent moons seemed a little brighter today.
The little boy looked no older than ten. He was not very tall, yet he had obvious muscles.
Set against his already dark skin, the little fellow looked especially strong.
Perhaps he had been running too fast. With one careless misstep, the little boy stumbled and pitched forward.
But at the instant he lost his balance, his left hand naturally shot out like lightning and slapped the ground.
Using the force, he actually flipped forward through the air, arcing like a cannonball before landing heavily.
Thud.
The ground shuddered violently, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
At first listen, it sounded as though a rhinoceros had stomped the ground, but the adults around him, also wrapped in animal hides, remained utterly unfazed. It seemed perfectly ordinary to them.
Like an energetic calf, the little boy sprang a few times and appeared in the center of the village. He landed steadily before the owner of those crescent-shaped eyes and held up an old wooden board as if claiming credit.
A mountain had been crudely painted on it with green, yellow, and black paint.
His bright black eyes were full of expectation. After handing over the board, he nervously rubbed his hands together and waited for further comments.
"Ya Erte, you're late again, and you cut in line!" A little girl with twin horn braids pouted, her rosy cheeks making her look exceptionally lively.
"Make room, make room! I helped my dad take down a fat Horn Rock Sheep today! That's why he let me come over so late. It was such a long way, and I already ran as hard as I could!" the