It was an age before Man knew time.

She clenched the low hanging branch and, with an agonizing scream, gave a final push. The bloody warm bundle slipped out and flopped on the soft snow. The shock of the misty wet ground startled the child to life. A boy!

In their tongue, he answered to Kynge. His father was a stocky violent man and devoured all the meat, leaving discards for the boy and his mother. When the boy grew older, his father chased him away from the warmth of their cave.

Even at that age, Kynge knew his father to be a fool, for the boy had studied the wolf, their pack skills. He also climbed trees with the agility of a hunting cat and was just as swift. And, he was stealth itself. On the very first day as a nomad, perched on a tree, he dropped a heavy rock on the head of a deer passing below, stunning it with the blow. He landed smoothly on the ground and, even as the wretched animal flayed its legs, Kynge cracked its skull with a club. The deer stiffened before going limp. Tearing the flesh with sharp stones and teeth, he gorged.

And as the winters passed, Kynge’s shoulders bulked like a bear and he remained swift in the hunt and killed fast.

When Kynge came upon family groups, he would kill the men and take their women for his own. Quite often he would take in the children, for he knew this rendered the women obedient, especially since he also fed them well.

Young nomad boys, chased out into the cold, came to seek warmth at his fire. He accepted the boys and trained them hard in the skills of the hunt and the laying of traps. After the first few winters, his clan was always well fed and protected. In time, the ghostly forests whispered his name.

Soon, men with families came for protection, offering a daughter or pelts in payment. And Kynge’s tribe grew, as did his store of furs and precious implements and flint tipped weapons. He was the alpha and they were his pack.

His descendants were called Kings.

### Copyright @ Eric Alagan, 2017 ###


  1. Compelling tale well told. Did you ever read “Clan of the Cave Bear”? Jean Auel?
    It is fun to speculate on our ancestral beginnings. I wonder where the Grinns fit in? (Oh no, Eric, please don’t let ’em see this comment!)

    1. Thank you, Jane, for your visit and compliment – and yes, it is fun to speculate how it all started.

      I’ve heard of “Clan of the Cave Bear” but not read it. It’s a Harry Potter/Game of Thrones for me – I’m probably one of the few people who have not read a single book or watched a single movie from both franchises.

      Brother Grinn: I wonder why Ms Jane doesn’t want us to fit in, Brother Grinn?
      Brother Grinn: She did not say that, Brother Grinn.
      Brother Grinn: You’re right, Brother Grinn, she did not say ‘that’. She said, ‘I wonder where the Grinns fit in?’
      Brother Grinn: Oh, Ms Jane probably heard of Aunty Fato Grinn and how she fitted at the door.
      Brother Grinn: More like, Aunty Fato Grinn was stuck in the doorway.
      Brother Grinn: Oh, yes, Brother Grinn. That was the day, Aunty Fato Grinn caught Uncle Fatso Grinn playing leap-frog with the milkmaid.
      Brother Grinn: And he tried to escape through the window and got himself stuck too.
      Brother Grinn: Yup, we Grinns fit in wherever we go.
      Brother Grinn: BTW-
      Brother Grinn: BTW, Brother Grinn?
      Brother Grinn: I’m keeping up with the times, Brother Grinn.
      Brother Grinn: ROTFL.
      Brother Grinn: You sound like a Rottweiler trying to bark.
      Brother Grinn: BTW, what’s with Fato and Fatso, Brother Grinn? Japanese side of the clan?
      Brother Grinn: Italian.
      Brother Grinn: Aso?
      Brother Grinn: You’re swearing, Brother Grinn, and Eric wants his blog to remain family friendly.
      Brother Grinn: Aso is Japanese for ‘is that so’.
      Brother Grinn: Aso?
      Brother Grinn: Aso!
      Brother Grinn: ROTFL
      Brother Grinn: Raff! Raff!

  2. Brother Grinn: Thirteen comments, Brother Grinn.
    Brother Grinn: Unlucky number, Brother Grinn.
    Brother Grinn: I think we just made it fourteen, Brother Grinn.
    Brother Grinn: Whew! No wonder I feel safe.

  3. A compelling character that you have developed, Eric. A born and self taught leader. It’s a pity that his own father fails to see this.

    1. Hello Windy dear,
      I often wondered how human society first took shape. Kynge’s tale is one possibility.
      Call me cynical or a conspiracy theorist, but I believe in this:

      “No matter the name of the players and institutions,
      There will always be ‘pharaoh’
      There will always be ‘slave’
      And bridging the gap…
      A bunch of snake oil vendors.”


    1. Hello Joyce,
      Given the times, it was probably a good deal, I reckon.
      But you’re right and I too am glad for the evolution of human society.

    1. I’m afraid this is a standalone, Willow dear.
      But yes, I hope to blog with some regularity – Wednesdays and Sundays, as this will also enable me to visit and read other blogs.

  4. Written with such detail . did a good job with descriptions here. Keep it up buddy. Would love your feedback on a few of our short stories at Gastradamus. Please leave some comments on a few of my pieces like Lardy Arms..
    Rutjob and Queen Kong and I… Really hope to see you there. Having the opinion of a writer like yourself would mean a great deal to o it blog

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