The Sons of Adam: The sequel of The Immortal Collection (A Saga of the Ancient Family Book 2) by Eva García Sáenz Read Free Book Online Page B

that I had raised had kidnapped my wife and had ordered me to find them, as if we were playing hide and seek.
    "Ok, Gunnarr. Do you want it to hurt?" I shouted at the air, facing the dark Cantabrian sea. "Well, here you have it, son. It hurts, of course it hurts. You've got what you wanted. Now what?"
    The sea just laughed at me, it ignored me and the tide continued to rise, oblivious to my distress.

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    The Sons of Adam
     
    LÜR
                      
    Sungir, in what is now Russia 23,000 B.C.
    Lür opened his eyes, trying to remember something from the last few days. The red poison from the root kept him in a world of pleasant dreams.
    And that was better than the reality, than the cold, than the loneliness.
    He had descended the side of the snowy mountain at night, in the dark, with his sights set on the tiny dots of light. He had fallen down a thousand times, in a thousand different ways, and he had gotten back up a thousand times, singing like a madman, like the happiest crazy person on earth.
    There are more survivors, I'm not alone.
    The first thing he made out was a robust face, with a beard like his. The man smiled at him, placed his muscular arm between Lür's legs and lifted him onto his shoulders, wrapping him around his neck.
    "You weigh less than a child," he said.
    "I thought that I was the last man on Earth," Lür managed to answer.
    He had managed to identify the language he was speaking, similar to the ancient dialects from the northwest.
    "At the start we also thought that there was no one left after the Cataclysm. But my clan has spent many cycles sending out expeditions in the four directions of the wind and to the south there are entire clans that are beginning to recover. We have good trackers among us.
    "How have you survived all this time?"
    "Mother protects us," he said, shrugging. "She knew how to interpret the signs from the Earth and from the animals when they fled. She took her sons to a safe place, that only the First Fathers knew of. Mother Rock protected them until the tremors passed. And the rest... well, I guess you already know that. There was barely anyone left out there."
    "Mother?" repeated Lür, slightly more alert. "Please put me down. We have to speak."
    The man obeyed setting him down on his feet in front of him, while holding  hand out to make sure that Lür didn't fall. There was something about him that reminded Lür of a bison.
    "Are you talking about Mother, the matriarch of the Sons of Adam?"
    "Is there any other, stranger?"
    "If you only knew the time I have spent following the legend, questioning every story I heard, asking the elders in each camp... So she's alive, she's real?"
    "She never dies. How could the Cataclysm have ended the life of Mother, if she is eternal?"
    "But, what is Mother, is she a matriarch, a Goddess?"
    "Both. She is beautiful, pure, she remains forever young. She has the wisdom of the Ancient Times, of the Ancient Clans, of the First Fathers."
    Lür tried to take in those words that he had spent so long waiting to hear. Maybe it was a hallucination from the red root and nothing that he was hearing was actually happening.
    "Doesn't she have any enemies?" he urged. "Has everyone accepted her immortality?"
    "She is powerful, she has everyone's respect."
    Or fear, Lür thought.
    He had known too many leaders and he knew how they gained everyone's respect.
    The vigorous man kept up a good pace, but Lür thought that he was walking a bit too fast for their dwindling strength.
    "I can see that you are very curious. Well, the Sons of Adam clan is made up entirely of her descendants. Her first children and their first grandchildren, died many ages ago. But Mother is very fertile. In our clan, the sons of her grandchildren live with their grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great- grandchildren... Although we are not savages who breed within the family. We look for companions from other clans, the further removed, the better. We attend the