Night Rain looked downwards. The sight astounded him. "I have never seen anything like this. Moreover, I won't see." He wanted to sit here forever and observe the backs of eagles below sparkling in the beams of the sun. “What a pity that the shaman cannot turn me into a stone." He didn't want to die, but the thought that his life was not valuable any more depressed him.
Everything had begun when he met her while was walking near the river. She was sitting on the other bank having put her head on her arms. He came up to her and softly touched her shoulder. “Why do you look so gloomy?” She jumped aside and looked at him with frightened eyes. “Her eyes are so clear. Her skin is unusually white...I’ll call her Morning Breeze.” He slowly put his bow and arrows on the ground. “What tribe are you from?” For a few minutes they stayed in silence. Then Morning Breeze answered him in an unusual language.
“I’ve heard about the tribes of white people. They had come to our land at the beginning of this summer. White people had killed everybody who had been living near the ocean and made their doyens serve them. Everybody hates the newcomers. But there is no anger in her eyes; she can’t be one of them...”
Night Rain drew on the sand two people put their hands together and stepped aside. Morning Breeze glanced at the picture. She understood him. Through this way of conversation Morning Breeze explained him that she had got lost. Night Rain offered to turn her back to her home. Soon they came up to her settlement. They agreed to meet again at the sunrise...
Night Rain knew that the doyens would not forgive him their terms, but he hoped that they wouldn't find out their meetings. The doyens found out everything and didn't forgive him. They couldn't help finding it out, because nobody knew where the best hunter of a tribe was the whole days, suddenly disappearing and suddenly appearing, with no prey. Now not only the doyens treated him as a jackal. The whole tribe at once had forgotten who had fed all of them these years, risking his own life in order to feed these always hungry mouths. The bitterness of the insult increased extremely quickly, and he decided to think about something else. Just not to go mad. Night Rain has decided to go away from the tribe. He managed to feed the whole tribe being The Main Hunter all these years. Now he has no one to help him, but he needs food only
for himself and not for the whole tribe. He will go down the
river and meet another tribe. He will prove them his helpfulness and they will accept him. If not, he will die as a hero on a battlefield.
Night Rain rose. It was hard for him to leave his native land. But the stars, the sky, the clouds, the sun will be with him forever.
Having thrown a farewell sight at the gap he stood up and started his trip