I couldn't help but think, "Your motherfucker, you are a kid... maybe I should get his wife to give birth to a kid... bitch..." The thought was a mix of frustration and determination, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
I thought maybe I should follow that guy, as I believed it would be easier to make them trust me if I were a kid.
The leader's voice broke through my thoughts, stern and commanding. "Okay... then I ask... would you like to be a part of our tribe? Answer carefully, kid..." His voice was a reminder of the danger I was in, the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
I asked innocently, "Will... I get enough to eat..." The words were a mix of hope and desperation, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me.
They all started laughing, their voices a mix of amusement and relief. "Ha... Haa... Ha... we are the best among all the hunters in all the villages here... even if all the villages die of hunger, we can survive..." The words were a mix of pride and confidence, a reminder of the strength and resilience that existed in this primitive world.
I also nodded with awe in my eyes and said, "Yes..." The word was a mix of hope and determination, a reminder of the potential that lay within this primitive world.
The leader said, "If you want to be a part of our village, it's okay... but there are rules you must follow..." His voice was stern, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his, a reminder of the respect and obedience I needed to show. He continued,
"1. Always follow the village head's order... that is me..." His voice was stern, a reminder of the hierarchy that existed in this primitive world. The thought sent a pang of relief through me, a reminder of the potential that lay within this primitive world.
"2. Betrayal is death..." His voice was stern, a reminder of the danger I was in, the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world. The thought sent a pang of fear through me, a reminder of the danger I was in, the potential that lay within this primitive world.
"3. Respect the women and elders of the tribe. They are the heart and wisdom of our people. You will treat them with kindness and honor, always." His voice was firm, carrying the weight of tradition and the importance of their social fabric.
As I stood there, listening intently to the village chief, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination wash over me. My eyes never left his, a reminder of the respect and obedience I needed to show.
I knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be challenges and obstacles ahead. But I also knew that I had the potential to overcome them, to carve out a new life for myself in this strange new world.
I nodded and said, "Understood, Village Chief..." The words were a mix of respect and determination, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
The leader nodded with a bit of satisfaction and said, "You call me Elder... Ryan..." The name was a surprise, a stark contrast to the primitive world around us. But I knew that it might be a translation, a reminder of the Universal Language ability that allowed me to understand and be understood.
I nodded, "Elder Ryan..." The words were a mix of respect and acceptance, a reminder of the new life I was building in this primitive world. The village chief introduced the others, his voice a mix of pride and affection.
"They are all the best hunters and brothers... I have..." The words were a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world, the bonds of family and friendship that held these people together.
He introduced a person who was as tall as I, his body a testament to the physical labor he endured daily. He looked to be in his 30s, his face a mix of strength and kindness.
The chief said, "He is the youngest hunter we have... You can call him... Elder brother... Tusk.." The words were a mix of respect and affection, a reminder of the bonds of family and friendship that held these people together.
The chief introduced the other person, who had a big belly, a testament to the abundance of food in this village. He said, "He is your Elder Mitt..." The words were a mix of respect and humor, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
Ryan introduced me to all the people there, his voice a mix of pride and affection. He looked at Mitt, who had a big belly, and said, "Mitt... why don't you go back and take him to the village... let him live in your house..." The words were a mix of kindness and generosity, a reminder of the bonds of family and friendship that held these people together.
Mitt nodded, his eyes a mix of kindness and curiosity. He looked at me and said, "Kid, what is your name?" The word was a mix of curiosity and kindness, a reminder of the new life I was building in this primitive world.
I said, "I am Dexter..." The words were a mix of acceptance and determination, a reminder of the new life I was building in this primitive world. Mitt nodded, his eyes a mix of kindness and acceptance.
As Mitt and I walked towards the village, I couldn't help but notice the children playing together, their laughter a stark contrast to the primitive world around us.
The village was a sight to behold, a mix of primitive beauty and savage charm. The huts, constructed from mud and straw, stood as testaments to the hard work and resilience of the people who lived here.
The structures were a stark contrast to the untamed wilderness that surrounded us, a reminder of the advanced Stone Age period these people were in. They were not living in caves but in organized groups, their society a mix of simplicity and complexity.
The huts were arranged in a circular pattern, creating a sense of community and protection. Each hut was unique, some larger than others, indicating the status or size of the family within.