Fishing

“I know your secret,” Kir said as he and Andrev stood side-by-side in the river, armed with spears.

“Oh?” Andrev asked.

“You’re half demon. That’s why you hunt so well,” Kir said.

“Maybe I’m a gift from the gods, destined to bring this tribe to greatness,” Andrev said dryly. He set his spear on the riverbank and reached into the clear water, hands poised.

Kir gaped. “What are you doing?”

Andrev closed his eyes, waited, listening for the tiny heartbeat, the frantic animal thoughts. And then he opened his eyes and closed his hands over a live fish.