The day they met.

The day they met.

A lone man walks through the sea of flames that used to be a hamlet, stepping round the bodies. "I came to late it seams" he said sorrowfully.
Looking around one can see nothing but devastation and needless slaughter, there is countless bodies of tribesmen lying next to their spears and tribeswomen lying next to their panther companions there is even children mixed in was no one spared from this slaughter.
The man slowly started to make his way around the hamlet looking for anybody that may have survived, the more he looked the more crestfallen he became "IS ANYONE ALIVE" he shouted. The only response was the crackling of flames and a gentle breeze.
Moving his was further into the destruction there was a great number of corpses, in the centre of them all there seemed to be a spear held upright.
The man started making his way forward through the sea of dead, as he got closer he could make out a small figure holding the spear, "Hey" "Are you aright" the man said as he got closer, the small figure jumped up and spun round grabbing hold of the spear that was twice the size of its body and readied it.
The man raised his hands "Whoa calm down, calm down" "I'm not here to hurt you" The small figure bared its teeth, it was a child of around 5 covered in soot and blood.
The man took a step forwards "I saw the smoke and came to help if i can" he took a glance behind the child a saw 3 bodies there a man, a women and a giant panther, "DIEEEE!" The child screamed and charged, the man dodged the clumsy stab and brought his staff down upon the child's head knocking the child out. "Troublesome" he said shaking his head and set to work burying the dead.