One night, a monster appeared in my tribe. It killed quite a few of our people, but it didn't touch the women or children. The priest said that it was because of our god that they were protected. My father, the chief of the tribe, said we should bring some sacrifice to the temple to thank our god.

I am skeptical about the whole thing. Instead of burying our dead, we must sacrifice the few cattle we have. It's not fair. What will we eat? Leaves? It's the year 670, there are no vegans here.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to leave the tribe. It's not cool to live in a jungle. Go into a tree house and not sleep at all. As the chief's first son, they expect me to take over. What a joke...I'm waiting for the right moment to run away from here. I still have brothers and sisters, no one will notice my disappearing.