The Long Winter has ended. The Great Spirits are waking once more and their influence is already making a mark on the world.

Enter Gord. The seventh son of the chief of the Ashwalkers, he's a bit of a disappointment. Not very tall, not very strong, not very fast. His brothers pick up his slack of course, they love him. But even they can't stop the whispers.

Troubled by a power he doesn't understand, he finds refuge in the stories his grandfather tells, of apocalyptic wars between spirits and powerful shamans wielding the forces of nature. Of course, those are just stories of an age long past. The spirits are peaceful now, right? [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]

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My entry for the Writathon, my inspiration was a random idea I had last week and decided to write about. Digimon, but in 10,000BCE. Updates at least twice a week. 

Cover art by Jack0fheart