Village much trouble. Man woman different gods dead.
Police say. Many beat dead. Woman three brothers do bad. Lawman catch bad brothers. No run now.
Big bad news hit small village. Man and woman, they love, but different tribe-gods. Now, both dead. Very sad, very bad. Village folk cry, eyes wet. Before, all happy, all share mammoth meat. Now, big scary silence.
Police-men from far land come, make big noise. They take woman’s own brothers. Brothers grab, say they kill. Village folk confused, hearts heavy. Why brothers make sister go to forever sleep? Village peace broken, now dark cloud hang.
Thog, cave painter: "Me see the two... not move. Red ground. Bad painting now forever in my head."
Zog, berry gatherer: "Me hear shouts, then quiet. Too quiet. Like when sabertooth cat go hunting."
Grom, Head Chief of Village: "We hunt bad spirits, find truth. We make sure bad men pay. Village must be safe, no more sad."
Story by Brak from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.
