The
area appears to have a connection to somewhere in Samaria,
the Northern Province... A young woman, her hair a dark
forest brown is yelling/calling in a high clear voice..."aiya,aiya-nen
nee mia", her view focused on two small children (run,
run, the hunters are coming). The encampment is
moderate in size, there is an open fire in the center of the
encampment. The older of the two children is tugging at
the younger one....the small child has stubbornly
planted her feet-legs apart as if in defiance.. Through the
trees not to far off , a meadow can be viewed......soft
mounds of snow hug the sunlit edges of the meadow while small
dear appear to be grazing... their fawns frolicking while
their parents graze. A large buck stands at the edge of
the forest watching....on alert as the scene plays out in
the meadow.
Women and children are scattering in all
directions.....not into their shelters but into the forest....a
place of concealment.....the camp appears void of males
except for young children and a few wobbly elders. The
thundering of hooves makes the earth beneath their feet
shudder... The older of the two girls , tugs and
pleads with her sibling to come.....but the small child
refuses.....as her sisters face becomes wet with tears and
she wears a look of exasperation. The young woman
begins to move from the side of the camp to the fire, where
the small children are....one struggling with the other... As
her feet begin to move faster...the thunder of hooves becomes
deafening... The older childs raises her head to see the
entrance of large horses charging .....the men atop the
horses dwarfing the size of the animals they ride.....The
hunters long red hair flowing out behind them.....their faces
shielded by massive beards of the same color.... appear
brutal-barbaric..ever charging forward..... Only moments
pass......As the feet of the young woman quicken, the horsemen
are upon her. A well placed spear is thrust through her back
protruding through to the front.....falling, she calls
again to the children. The smallest is steadfast, (foolhearty)
stands her ground, her small fists clenched and a glare on her
face......... At that instant from the shadows another
child, male, slightly older than the girls, darts out latching
on to the hand of the older of the girls , pulling at her
toward the forest shadows..... As the older girl is being
drug backward she continues to hold on to the hand of the
younger but her grip is loosening. A red hair sweeps in
and in one movement grabs the smaller child by arm.......freeing
the older girl from her sister as the young male pulls her
into the forest. She can only view the small body of
her sister being lifted up and flung across the horses back
in front of its rider... As she is being dragged backward and
stumbling a second red hair rides in and she finds herself in
the same position as her sister. The thud of a body
hitting the ground echoes in her ears......her would be
rescuer now lying in a pool of blood......she and her sister
being carried off on the backs of the large horses........the clothing the encampment people wore:
dress like clothing.....off white,soft
leather looking...embroidered around the necks and sleeves....tunic
or grecian in style...sandles on feet.....honey colored
skinned people.....
The
garment below was the one commonly worn by the males..however
the femine variance was only the removal of the sleeves.
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