Book of Blood part 1
The night was cold and the air was dry. A cloud of breath fogged the air before Tahno’s face. He took one look back at the village he had grown up in. The village that he had called home. The village that was now casting him out. An entourage of the village’s best warriors had been brought to escort him to the edge of the village, where he would be exiled into the cold wasteland of the antarctic. He looked at them now, with their faces wrought with fear and revulsion. There was Kassuq, who had hunted the wolf that Tahno now wore to keep out the cold. And there was Mo-Lee, who had once asked him to dance. They were regretting their kindness now. Now that they knew who he really was. He took one last look, then turned his back on them. He headed straight for the wasteland, without fear. This was the villager’s last chance to accept him, and welcome him back. But no such cry came. No shout to return, that it had all been a misunderstanding. They were silent and convicted, and so was he....