Like a Lion - 2

I guess if I want to remember it all I should start to when I can remember anything worth rememberin', really.  I suppose it would be when that Anaka guy came along.  Yeah, that sounds about right.  'Cause he came right after Ceidra birthed her second newlife... that's right.  This Anaka... there was just somethin' about 'im that sent a little shake through your bones.  Even his shadow could make a man cringe.  Wild hair, always bein' whipped around and about by the winds.  That was probably the most distinct thing about 'im.  The hair.  Like a lion.  I heard about them once, lions.  The most brave and feirce of all the animals.  Novu hears all these things from the elders, so he says.  I can't really imagine what a lion would look like, but if I had to, it would look like Anaka, that's for sure.1

I remember when he first came across us all.  The sun just peeked its head up from the side of the earth, and most of us were asleep.  But not me, 'cause I like to watch the sun come up out of the depths.  Anyway, he was just walkin' towards our lil' makeshift tents, no hesitation, no questions.  Shadow just inchin' towards us.  Some of the old men thought he was a scavenger, or survivor of exile, perhaps.  We never really found out much about his past.  Come to think of it, we never really found out much of anything about him.  But he sure as hell was a fighter.  I could tell, I could just tell.  He'd seen it all.2

Cora thinks he's come to rescue us.  I try, but I just can't seem to be able to think that way.  He barely ever says anything, just eats, sleeps, and walks, just like everyone else.  I didn't really see that much that was real different about him, just that he had this... valiant appearance, like I said.  Besides, who would come to rescue us?  There's not a lot of us, and there's probably more worth-while people to save anyway.  No rescuer would waste their time with us.3

Maybe there is a savior.  To free us from the chains and binds of this earth.  To liberate us from sand and dirt prisons.  Or maybe that's just another one of Novu's stories to keep me up when I just can't go on any more.  Tryin' to give me somethin' to look up to, or maybe just to trick me and fill my head with empty dreams.  Either way, it's a nice thing to believe.  That someone cares enough to reach down and save you, even though you're just lil' grains of sand in the eyes of a sun.4