SunchaserServant

When I arrived at the river, my sister was sitting on the ground sobbing. Tears were staining her young face and the water was wetting her clothes. She wanted to catch a whitecliff otter as a pet, but she was too clumsy to keep up with the otter's speed. She sat cross-legged under a big tree with her back to me, and only realized I was coming when she heard me call her name softly - her little sobs suddenly turned into howls. She probably thought I had come to make fun of her, I guessed. "Torghut, I'm sorry ......" she apologized hastily while wiping the teardrops off her face with her hand. I didn't say anything and looked back at the otter on the river bank, standing among the pebbles towards us, rubbing its hands cunningly in front of its body, as if it was laughing at us. I stepped out from the shade and stood in the blazing sun, rolled up my sleeves and pant legs, and walked gently toward the otter ... Ten minutes later, I returned to my sister with the otter in my arms. My sister looked at the struggling whitecliff otter, and then looked at my wretched wet look. She could not help but break into tears.

Today was my sister's birthday. I left home before sunrise for the shores of Sun Bay. The land would become cold and desolate in the "Sunset Season". My people would migrate westward with the wind rhinos. But now it was the "Sunshine Season", and Sun Bay became the most abundant water grass region in the Northland. Only in this season, a flower called "Song of Skydome" would grow on the bay - when the wind blows, it would sing to the sky. I was sure my sister would like it as a birthday present. When I returned home with the flowers, I was greeted only by my mother, who was sobbing, and my father, who was silent. My sister had been forcibly taken away by the Great Shaman's men without any explanations, leaving only a mess. I chased out of the tent, running hard in the direction they left. But how could I catch up with the wind rhinos on my feet? How could one person's strength fight against the whole nomad clan? Facing the distant horizon, I swore I would get my sister back. The skydome was pale like the sea, and the sun was red like blood.

I stood outside the Great Shaman's tent, alert to the wind and grass around me. The person in the tent was my sister, whose other identity was the current Great Shaman. To become qualified to guard and stand by her side, I went through inhuman trials, defeating countless seemingly impossible opponents. When I saw her again after many years, she was not the same little girl who had been around me all day. Her eyes were determined but cold, and her figure was strong and athletic - the way a Great Shaman should be. She no longer called me brother, but instead called me her servant - which was exactly my duty. She dealt with the fate of her nomad clan, worried about the future of the grasslands. I could do nothing but stand by and wait for orders. Solo magic music played by the Great Shaman came from the tent late at night. The sound of the spiritual horn was ethereal and long. The melody was moving, but there was something more emotional in it, something only I could feel. My heart was never at peace. I still had to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger would I be qualified to protect her.