The Million Year Old Sinner, Chapter 27

                                    

                                          

The Million Year Old Sinner

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
[Chapter 27: Into the Devil's Abode]
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Millions of Years Ago...
A horn-like blare woke Dag from his sleep, his heavy eyes opening before he steadily picked himself off the ground. Rubbing his eyes, Dag cricked his neck before retrieving his helmet spear. He made his way to the hut's opening and peeked through the doorway, witnessing his fellow tribesmen emerging from the safety of their huts to the sound of the horn. Dag knew the meaning behind this early call, sighing with a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. Before Dag could march out of his hut, he heard a quiet groan from behind.
Turning his head, Dag spotted Oogar laying in his own respective bed with his back turned. The younger tribal was still fast asleep despite the baritone siren, making his foster brother sigh with annoyance. Approaching his sleeping partner, Dag tapped Oogar on the head with the blunt end of his spear prompting the neanderthal to rise from his slumber. Oogar awoke with a low yawn though he wasn't given a moment to regain his bearings for Dag nudged him a second time on the back. "Get up Oogar!" Dag demanded in a rather harsh tone, the neanderthal turning his head over to his fellow tribesman, who was gesturing over to the hut's opening.
"Come. Now." The scrawny tribal said before turning to the doorway, making a brisk exit. Confused, Oogar scrambled for his spear before quickly following after his brother, nearly tripping over once or twice in the process. Shambling from his huts opening, Oogar turned his head toward the horn. The source of the noise came from the center of the settlement where tribals all gathered around in anticipation. Confused, Oogar stepped away from his hut's threshold and approached the crowd, looking over the heads and shoulders to see what had their attention.
Unable to get a good enough view, Oogar slipped into the throng. Oogar awkwardly scooted his way through the densely-packed horde, jostled about by the elbows of his fellow tribals with a few rudely shoving him to the wayside for bumping into them. After awkwardly maneuvering his way through the crowd, Oogar came stumbling out from the pack. Regaining his footing, Oogar's head craned up to finally see what had brought everyone over here in the first place.
Standing in the heart of the settlement was Urgora, blowing into a mammoth tusk that she had fashioned into an olifant. The tribe leader blew into the tusk horn one last time, now holding the entire tribe's attention as she removed her lips from the olifant and strapped it against her waist.
"My children! The cold is coming, the time for migration is close!" She announced with a booming and firm voice, ensuring every tribal was listening closely.
"We have only three days to prepare. We must gather much food as possible for our trip." Urgora said before extending her arm out, pointing north.
"A mammoth herd was spotted up north. We must bring as much food as we can." The tribal leader said, turning her attention back to her clan. Veteran members were relatively unfazed by this announcement, they've been part of this tribe for so long and knew that they couldn't stay in the same space forever. Especially considering the treacherous lands that they so walked on, they knew it was only a matter of time to move on to the next place.