The Hunter's Moon

When I found out the truth about the ‘hunt’, I could hardly believe it. It held me in a state of disbelief. Yet, having witnessed it myself firsthand, there was no way of denying that it wasn’t real.

Not all of the men who went into the valley’s forest to hunt returned alive. It was a risk that each of us understood and accepted as a fact of life. It was, at least for me and my brothers, something that we’d wanted to do, no, something that was expected of us to complete before we became much older. It was expected to be one of the ‘rites of passage’ in our lives that would define who we were to the world around us and especially to our families. It was our time to become men, to become something that we were destined to become.

And so the story began, again!

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