Back to ten years ago, it was a sunny day. The tribesmen were busy in the camp, and the girl was laughing and playing with her companions.
At that time, she was just a little girl of four or five years old, who had just learned to walk, and even spoke with a milky voice. The sun was very warm, and the fragrance of green grass spread in the air.
"Hahaha, why did you fall down again? Get up quickly, we will have lunch soon." The friends said with a smile, and then ran towards the bonfire.
"Help people up! You are all bad guys and bully others, wuwuwu." The little girl rubbed her knees and cried.
The adults on the side laughed when they saw this situation. But they still helped the little girl up and even carried her directly to the bonfire.
Lunch is very simple, each person has a piece of sweet potato and two small slices of bacon. As for the barbecue, it is prepared for the warriors, because they are the cornerstone of the tribe's survival.
However, children will always get some scraps. In the eyes of the tribe, this is the grace of the old gods and the hope and tomorrow of the tribe.
"Lord Patriarch, are we really going to leave the Principality of Floy in a few days? Is it really necessary?" The first warrior raised his head and downed half a glass of ale and asked softly.
"The Saint is the incarnation of the old god. She was born in our tribe. Although it is a supreme honor, she is also the source of disaster."
"Although you are brave, our tribe does not have your strong body. We can no longer bear the loss."
The clan leader sighed. Every time a clan member dies, he will tattoo a star on his arm. But now, his left arm is covered with stars.
Although nomadic tribes are known for their lack of fixed abode, this is just a helpless move. If they can live a good life, who would choose to wander around.
"Holy girl, I hope she can bring good luck to the tribe, but I still don't like that little girl." The first warrior spat lightly, and then bit into the lion meat.
The fishy and sour taste is as tough as a jellyfish. However, the first warrior ate it with gusto, completely ignoring the drooling children beside him.
Because in the battle a few days ago, his wife died tragically under the enemy's scimitar in order to protect the so-called "saint".
Moreover, his only son, because he wanted the "Saint Girl" to leave first, followed in his mother's footsteps. Therefore, in his heart, the "Saint Girl" is a plague that brings death and a disaster for the entire tribe.
"Across the Saint Lady Mountains, you will find the Rainbow Rainforest. The Principality of Moroniel is known as the Principality of Scholars. I believe there should be no lunatics there."
The clan leader spread out the map and said quietly. This is his choice, but this "choice" is unconvincing because there is only one road ahead.
"You are the patriarch, just be happy." The first warrior stood up slowly, and when passing by the "Saint Girl", he "accidentally" kicked over the opponent's wooden bowl.
The women glared angrily and comforted the little girl while giving her the food in their bowls. The first warrior walked into the tent alone.
The stars shone silvery on the rose plain, and the night breeze was a little cool, but it made people feel at ease. The little girl stood quietly by the bonfire and slowly walked forward.
At this time, the first warrior was staring blankly at the two clay pots. What was contained there was her beloved wife and son. Thoughts came like a flood. The first warrior lowered his head and kept chanting the old poems.
Holy text.
The sound of the wind gradually amplified, and bits of moonlight penetrated the tent. The first warrior put his hand on the handle of the knife, but he did not look back.
"This is the last place you should come. If you don't want to die, get out!" the first warrior said calmly, without any emotion in his voice.
"Uncle Warrior, I...I made a dragonfly out of wheat straw. This is my brother's favorite thing..." The little girl trembled and replied in a low voice.
As a saint, she had never done these things before. But after paying the price of red and swollen hands, she finally fulfilled her agreement with the other party.
"If it weren't for protecting you, my family wouldn't have died. Let's go." The first warrior clenched his fists and tried hard to control his emotions.
As a tribesman, he has the obligation to protect everyone. However, as a husband and father, he failed to fulfill his responsibilities. His beloved wife's head was taken away by a wild beast, and his son's body was covered with footprints.
"Uncle Warrior, I also want to die, because if someone dies, everyone will not be sad. I have always been a burden."
The little girl gently placed the wheatgrass dragonfly on the ground and then retreated. The tribesmen who were watching the night were silent because they also thought so in their hearts.
A week later, the tribe crossed the Saint Lady Mountains and finally set up camp at the junction of the Rainbow Rainforest and the Black Sand Beach. For three months, they had to avoid the black rain in the cold months.
However, things would not become better because of prayer. More than ten days later, the tribe was attacked again. This was a battle without professional participation, but it was also more bloody and cruel.
The stone and the skull collided, creating bloody flowers. The spear cut off the blood vessels and finally touched the edge of the heart. The roar was endless, and the cry and bitter water dotted the night.
The tribe finally won, but this victory was painful, with leather boots soaked in blood and tears. The tribe embarked on the journey again and began to migrate again.
Passing through the Yelu Grassland and climbing over the Yunque Mine, the tribe finally stopped in the Red Scorpion Basin. More than two months of running around made people forget their sadness and make them smile no more.
The tribesmen set up their tents silently, and quietly lit a fire to cook. The few children huddled in the corner, throwing rocks in their hands at the little girl.
Burnt calves, whitened lips, and cold eyes. The little girl gritted her teeth, lowered her head and was busy, and the wheat straw was woven into dragonflies again.
She walked step by step into the main tent, and finally sat down next to the first warrior. At this time, the first warrior was on his deathbed.
"Uncle Warrior, this is a wheatgrass dragonfly made by someone else. It looks better than the last one."
"People know that if it weren't for me, everyone wouldn't be like this. But I also want to live! Live well!"
"I don't know what I did wrong, and no one told me, but I must live well, because my life is the result of everyone's efforts."
The little girl's tears fell to the ground, and the tribesmen beside her sighed. This is a fact. What's wrong with her? She is just an orphan whose parents have died.
"My son likes the wheatgrass dragonfly you gave me earlier. If he feels guilty, he should live well."
The first warrior finally closed his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips. He completed his mission as a "tribe" and now he is going to the Hall of Valor to reunite with his family.
The thick big hand gradually became cold, but it always held the other small hand tightly. The wheatgrass dragonfly was wrapped in the two hands, faintly emitting a trace of fluorescence.
The end of a story means the beginning of a new one. The nomadic tribe soon embarked on a journey again. The little girl grew up day by day, and the number of warriors in the tribe also decreased day by day.
But they did not bow to fate, and always chanted the old sacred texts with a smile. Since they chose to be loyal to their faith, all suffering is a test.