The Warrior In Fur

A short story that I submitted to the 2011 Short Prose Competition for Developing Writers from The Writers' Union of Canada.
The story is about two warriors from two different sides in a war, and how the war unfolded from their perspectives.
Unfortunately, it didn't get short listed and it is not my best work, but I hope you enjoy it a little at least.

The war is over.

The warrior in fur looked as his tribe took over the stone castle. The men in metal were laying down their arms and surrendering. Finally, his tribe had succeeded, the pillagers of the land have been stopped and maybe his tribe can return to living harmoniously with nature again.

As the warrior in fur helped subdue the last of the resisting men, he recalls the peaceful time before the war started. He was born into his tribe some twenty years ago. Growing up, he’d watched as the men and women of his tribe ventured into the forest next to the plains where the tribe was located every day. The men would hunt for deer, boars and other animals, while the women would gather berries and nuts.

As the warrior in fur grew up, he was taught how to hunt; and when he was of age, he, too, would join his tribesman in the forest, hunting animals for the tribe.

A few of years later, one of the elders of the tribe gave his blessings to his daughter and the warrior in fur and allowed them to start a family. The warrior in fur did just that and welcomed a son and a daughter into the world.

It was a couple of years after the birth of his daughter, when the warrior in fur and the rest of his tribe had their first encounter with the defilers of the land.

The day had begun like so many other days; the men were hunting while the women were gathering berries and nuts. The warrior in fur was stalking his prey, when off in the distance, a tree fell.

Normally, one tree falling down wouldn’t be a cause for concern, but then, several more trees started to fall after that. The warrior in fur looked at his leader, who was just as shocked about the unnatural sounds that they were hearing. The leader sent the women back to the tribe and the men went to investigate.

The tribesmen tracked the noise through the forest, while the animals of the forest ran in the opposite direction. They finally reached the source of that cataclysmic sound and several of the warriors gasped at the destruction that they found.

Numerous trees had been felled and still more were getting cut into by the axes of a group of men wearing strange clothing. Unable to stand for this insult to the forest that had nurtured and provided for them, the warrior in fur and his fellow tribesmen attacked after their leader gave the order.

Using their bow and arrows and their spears, the tribesmen killed some of the pillagers and drove away the rest. With most of the pillagers dead or running away, the warriors went back to the tribe to report the events.

Several days passed by peacefully. The warrior in fur was at the tribe, showing some kids the basics the hunting. In the middle of his lesson about spears, they were suddenly interrupted by men in metal riding in from the forest on horses. With them, was one of the tribesman that had gone hunting that day; he was tied was his hands behind he back and a sword threatening to stab him in the back. The pillagers had slaughter the hunting tribesman and had forced one of them to lead the pillagers to the tribe. They pushed the tribesman forward and he fell to the ground, several of the tribeswomen ran over to help him.

The leader of the men in metal bellowed, "We have served you your retribution for your attack of our people. Our lord wishes to speak with your leader, so that we maybe prevent further bloodshed."

The chieftain step forward, and mentioned to the warrior in fur and another tribesman to follow him.

"Take us to your lord then," the chieftain said.

Thus, the warrior in fur went with his chieftain into the pillagers' land where he saw the most unnatural things. Animals were kept locked up, the river was blocked, and stretches of land had been replaced with stone. It was as if they were trying to subjugate nature itself.

The tribesmen were led into the tallest stone building, where the men in metal's lord sat on his throne above them. Right away, the warrior in fur felt insulted by having to look up at this man who was in charge of the pillaging of the forest.

For hours, the chieftain and the lord argued. The chieftain argued that the lord and his people had no right to cut down the forest, killing off the animals and the plants that the forest provided, and disrupting the natural course of nature. The lord, however, wouldn't listen, arguing that they were going to expand their land for their people, that subjugating nature was their right.

The final insult came, when the lord suggested to the chieftain that the tribe would be better off if the tribe moved in under his rule. Not only was the lord saying that his people were superior to the tribe, he was also trying to get the tribe to pillage the forest that they had grew to love and depend on.

Insulted, the chieftain turned around to leave. As the chieftain left, he warned them about harming the forest again. The lord just replied that the tribesman was be no threat to their soldiers and let the three tribesman go back to their home.

Back at their home, the chieftain gathered up the warriors of the tribe and declared that they would protect the forest, waging war with the lord and his men if they had to, “These men have defiled the land and have pillaged the forest! They have threatened our tribe, our way of life, and our precious nature! They do not deserve mercy! We must do what we must do to protect the tribe and nature herself!”

And that was how the war started for the warrior in fur. For many full moons, the tribe's warriors would protect the forest and its inhabitants. The pillagers' lord would send his men in metal into the forest to attack the tribe itself, but the warrior in fur and his fellow tribesman were prepared. To get around the metal that the pillagers wore, the warriors would use the forest and their knowledge of it to their advantage. They would hide in the treetops, striking only at the right moment. They would lay traps for the pillagers, incapacitating the men in metal that triggered them.

In the early days of the war, the traps would be simple traps that only aimed to incapacitating; the tribe was release the pillagers that were lucky enough to survive the day's assault. However, as the war grew longer, the warriors of the tribe grew weary and their assault and traps grew deadly. By the later days of the war, the traps aimed to kill, and any of pillagers caught in the forest alive would be executed.

Then, it was time. The tribe was weary of the war, but they knew that they had to press on. The chieftain ordered the warriors to attack instead of defend.

The warriors in fur marched through the forest and into the village on the other side. They set fire to the buildings that they came across and slaughtered anyone that stood in their way. They stormed the castle of the lord, where the lord surrendered. The warrior in fur watched as his once peaceful tribe killed the remaining resistance. His fellow warriors brought the pillager's lord to their chieftain and forced him onto his knees, so that the war could end.

The End

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