He Will Hunt

Andrev heard the tribe council whispering, wondering what to do with the cursed child.

“He will never marry, never learn a trade - no one would trade with a demon,” Savva said.

“Perhaps,” his son Kir said, “he will hunt. Look at him - he is weak and frail. A large animal would kill him easily.”

Andrev pretended he heard nothing and continued feeding the reindeer. Kir was his own age, professed to be a loving step-sibling, but his cruelty was blatant, if ignored by the elders.

Savva called out. “Andrev, come over here and take a spear, hunt with Kir.”