I smell your scent, sister. I know you are near. Naron stepped through the mouldy brown sands, slowly and cautiously. He listened to every little detail around him; the soft sound of the waves coming to the thin shore, small lizard and shelled animals scurrying through the sands, his moccasined feet brushing against sun-dried seeweed and grasses.
You won't catch me, brother. I am more skilled than you ever were. Narin watched her brother through a slanted perspective that rippled with each passing wave. Her belly to the ground, she moved slowly through the waters, keeping an eye on her brother.
He had fallen silent quickly, as he's done so much lately. Narin knew he was tired of talking to her, tired of trying to use words to help his hunt of her, to discern a clue as to her location. But she played word games better than he, and knew how to warp his perspective on the hunt better than he could comprehend. But he knew she was doing something, something with the words, and so went silent quickly; to close another door to her.
Narin reached the drop-off a few paces off shore, and slinked down over the edge into the deep waters. Fish and shrimp swam away quickly in caution to the new arrival. Narin glided through the water until she reached the opposite shore not far out from her brothers.
You're fading, sister. Did you get hurt?
No, brother, I did not get hurt. Though, I got your flag! Narin swam to the bottom of the shallow stretch of ocean water between their islands, then jolted up towards the surface, shattering through the partially frozen water, then twirling through the air before landing on her own beach. One leg was extended out, the other with knee bent, and her right hand was in the sand to stabilize herself as her right hand was thrust upwards, holding a stick with a white cloth dangling from it, dripping salty water onto the beach.
'Damn!' Naron yelled out across the shallow between the islands. 'Why do you always have to win?'
'Because, brother,' Narin grinned, 'You need more practice. You are still younger than I, remember. You have much to learn.'
Large bugs fluttered through the night, some blindly buzzing around the warm campfire on Narins island. Naron sat opposite his sister from the firepit, and was cleaning the bones of a creature he knew not its name. From the bones he would soon carve, he intended to make arrows. He needed to find suitable material for a bow and string, as well. But for the moment, those things would have to wait. Out in the cold sea where they were, there was not much life other than grasses and slimy sea-plants. For their meals, there seemed to be some sort of dying out in the waters, for every night at the same time, an animal would wash ashore, still warm, but with eyes that did not speak of a spirits presence. The animals were tadpole-like in appearance, except they were much larger, almost the size of Naron, with dark blue skin that was not transparent.
Naron was quick to happily accept such a coincidence. Narin, however, was not. Something to her did not seem right about the situation.
'What are you doing, dear brother?'
'I intend to make some arrows of these bones, sister.'
Narin shook her head, examining the bone he held in his hands. The curveature and angle of the bone, not to mention the spidered cracks along its shaft, would make terrible, if not impossible to make, arrows. She took a closer examination of the bones nearest her. Each one contained an area of spidered cracks and fractures in the bones. By that alone, she suspected these creatures were beaten to death. However, examination of their hides before cooking, and the flesh underneath, did not show any obvious marks of a confrontation.
'Mmm, maybe this isn't such a great idea,' Naron said, moments before the bone in his hand, after a few cuts had been made with his knife, fell to pieces. 'I wonder what killed these animals.'
'That's a good question,' Narin whispered. Then, loud enough for Naron to hear, 'Come, we must sleep. I grow tired, and we must prepare ourselves for the coming days.'
Naron looked puzzled as he glanced up at his sister. 'What is coming?'
'Well, we can't stay here forever, brother,' Narin said, getting up and brushing the burnt pieces of flesh she had taken off her piece of the meal from her clothing. 'We must make preparation to see what is beyond these islands of ours.' I also have a bad feeling about remaining here, brother, but you would ask too many questions I cannot yet answer, if I were to tell you that.
'Alright.' Naron jumped to his feet quickly and brushed sand with his feet over the firepit, putting out the dying fire quickly. He then came round the pit and hugged his sister before pushing aside the tent flap and entering. Narin heard a soft thump, knowing her brother had thrown his head down against his pillow, as seemed his strange custom to do every night.
She glanced out on the moon-lit waters. A sudden subtle movement caught her attention 20 paces off shore, where there was now a ripple of small waves moving outward in a circle. Somethings watching us. After staring at the water for a few more moments, she began to waver weakly, and thought it time to rest. She slid through the tent flap, and made sure to tie it securly from the inside, then laid down in her own bed near her brothers, and began to fall into sleep.