“Help me”

"Help me"

Glen technically wasn't that angry, but there was a lesson to be learned. But... the more Glen walked the more annoyed he found himself. What had just happened was actually incredible. A second Golem, from the age of ten!

His heart quaked at the idea, what if they sent his brother away? What if he was right to say nothing? No, they were family! Family would help him over themselves always!

It made him want to hug his daughter. At some point, in a distant future, she'd be thirteen too. But so what? Glen had been thirteen. He'd never have hidden such! The idea of a secret was so strange.

He stopped and more thoughts bothered him.

His Golem growled, despite being literally a rolling boulder. He patted it and walked into the village's warmth. A group of young women with wide wicker trays over their heads passed him. Behind them their round human boulders of Golems who held clay pots as tall as a door. They stopped, greetings were passed quickly. And, by the end he had an idea of where his wife was.

He walked with them until reaching a statue of the God of the Soul represented as an Owl.

There Glen found his wife, their daughter tied with drying linen on her back. She was arranging the offerings from the family, her Golem which was thin with roots running down its back and limbs, like a humanoid hedgehog noticed him first, turning slowly to him. Rolande turned and smiled, which fell apart when the earth beneath their feet rumbled.

They all turned.

Glen rushed to the girls, he reached for their trays, his Golem caught the pots that threatened to topple when their Golems had shuddered like their masters.

"Vhat is happening?" His wife asked.

"I don't know."

But he had an ugly feeling as his stomach screamed. There was danger and Rolande looked to him.

A second rumble hit.

There was screaming, men running and upon looking, there was Susanna, yelling, waving, collecting people. An axe, which she'd not had before, in hand.

"Gilliam!" He yelled basically out of breath immediately.

"Vhat about tah boy?"

"I left him down t'here!" He yelled.

Glen was about to take off when Rolande held him.

"No, you can't go alone, join tah other men!" she demanded.

There was another rumble, far closer. He held his wife, his eyes connecting with the realisation that a lot of stars were missing. There was something enormous blocking the way!

The torchlight did nothing to make it visible before it blotted out the moonlight. Then a closely packed twin white light filled the sky. They were cowering under the shadow of a massive sand Golem.

But the light was clearly born of two pieces. Two Golems… lighting because of being targeted… Gilliam!

"Rolande! It's Gilliam I have to go!"

He was begging and pleading, but Rolande wasn't letting go, but she knew it wasn't a fight she'd win. Her eyes darted around until focusing upon Susanna still collecting warriors.