Jacov stood in the center of the camp's clearing next to his father. He had spent two nights in the tribe with his father, much to the latter's chagrin. The medicine woman had smeared Jacov's hand with a strange smelling plant and wrapped it with small, flat pieces of wood and cotton bandage. The splint went up to his elbow as an extra precaution. The medicine woman had chuckled as she told him, "I know how young boys are. Always getting into mischief with their climbing trees and playing." Jacov had been very confused.
Jacov had spent the day they had arrived in the medicine tent, but the other day with Alon. Jacov liked Alon. He was funny and kind. He always had a ready smile and was quick to answer any of Jacov's questions about tribe life. While Jacov waited in the clearing, he remembered the conversation that'd occurred the night before in Alon's tent.
"I don't want you to leave, Jacov. I like you." Alon had sat up in his bed with a rare frown on his soft lips.
Jacov had looked at Alon from his bedroll seriously. "I must leave, Alon. My father does not like tribespeople."
Alon had cocked his head to the side with brows furrowed. "Then even if I might never see you again, can I call you my friend?"
Jacov had thought carefully. One thing his father had told him was to always carefully consider who he called friend and who he called enemy. Jacov had looked back at Alon and nodded. "We are friends."
Alon had grinned and jumped out of bed, hugging Jacov tightly. "Thank you, Jacov! I've never had a friend like you!"
Jacov blinked and saw once again the clearing of OakTribe camp. The leader had exited his tent and was standing with his hand stretched out to Jacov's father. "If you'd like to join this tribe, Aaron, my offer still stands."
Jacov's father shook hands with the leader as Jacov hid his shock. They could've joined up? He wouldn't've had to leave Alon?
His father replied, "You are too kind but your tribe does not need more mouths to feed." Jacov hid his follow up disappointment. What was he thinking? This was still a tribe. They weren't all like Alon.
Jacov was roused from his thoughts when a boy shaped projectile launched at his chest and latched on. "Bye, Jacov!" It was Alon.
Jacov hugged the kid back with his unbound arm. "Good bye, Alon." They pulled away and the two boys looked at one another sadly. A broken friendship was suspended between the two, coated in sweet regret. The first for either and one's last.
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A/N: Okay, okay, sorry so short! The next will surely be longer. I just wanted to say what happened to Jacov and Alon. The next chapter will be about-MWAHAHA NOT TELLING! JigsX Out
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