God Wears a BearSkin

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Well I've been re-reading Sky Coyote by Kage Baker and decided to do my own take on some of it altering things here and there for my own purposes, and the fact that sadly I haven't rest the rest of the books in the series.

Field Operative Log. Aleck OldBlood

"The day was kind of overcast. Everyone was milling about camp dong this or that. One of the hunters had downed a deer out on the hunt and they'd gotten some smaller game on the way back. I was...gee I think maybe three at the time. I was sitting there watching my older cousin working on making something out of the nuts with a mortor set. That was when we heard this horrible yell. Men covered in strange paint came out of nowhere and just started killing. I don't remember a lot of details. It was pretty quick and brutal. I remember I ran into the cave and hid in the fur pile while I heard screaming outside. I was so scared and I couldn't help but cry and one of the bad men had heard me. He dragged me out kicking and screaming. He kicked me hard and I went limp. Then I saw Mommy laying there on the ground. And my little mind could just barely comprehend that all the red she was laying in meant that she wasn't there. One of them was raising this big rock club. It was a tree branch with a heavy stone wedged in it solidly. I was about to die. And then an axe landed in the man's chest and he dropped the club and fell to the ground. Other men came out of the forest. We called them the Old Ice people. But some of them were like us. Some were taller and darker. Some look like a mix. But they all wore bear skin. They waded in among the bad men and killed them. It didn't matter how many times the bad men hurt them. They didn't stay hurt. But the bad men in paint did. One of them saw me. He walked over and knelt down to me. He knew our words. Asked if I was Ok. I could just nod as he helped me up and pulled his ax out of the bad man. I cringed and clung to him as another came around with a stone axe. But the bearskin man put a hand on my back and gave a glare to the bad man. He brandished his own axe and I saw it shined where there wasn't blood on it. It was made of something shiny I'd never seen before. The Bad man just stared at it and then turned to run away. But one of the other men. One of the darker ones in the bear skin was on him in a moment. He looked to the one I clung to and then took his own shiny weapon and the bad man's head came off.

After all that the pale ice man in the Bear Skin picked me up and carried me away. As he did the others were already tossing the bad men onto fires and they were digging graves for my family. I guess I was the only survivor. I later learned the man's name. Orin. He stayed with me that whole night as we traveled. He told me that I'd never have to worry about those bad men again. It was his job to make them all dead because they made everyone else dead and you weren't allowed to do that. He said I wouldn't ever have to worry about ending up like my family or the bad men. I didn't understand then what that meant. All I knew is that I was being carried by someone who couldn't die. Someone who only killed the bad things in the world and that even the bad men feared him and just his glare. But that he had a soft voice that made me feel safe. I was then taken to a very clean dry place. Given new clothes, food, and they taught me things. And they gave me shots and over time I grew up. Never grew old. Now all these thousands of years later I look back on that. I've marched under the banner or paid lip service to many gods since that night. But really in my mind. If god is real. He wears a bear skin and carries shiny Axe. And Nothing stands in his way."

Well hope you guys liked the pic and the story. ^^

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