An irreverent crossover of Jean Auel's Earth Children and Star Wars. Of course I don't own any rights to the character, I just steal them for my own maniacal purposes.
A long, long, long time ago in a place not so far away....
(Majestic classical like music with an undertone of primitive drums)
A young girl gazed longingly at the world beyond the caves. Somewhere out there lay more excitement and adventure than these short funny looking people can even imagine. She sighed and put away her sling.
"Ayla!" A guttural sound made her turn to her adopted mother, Iza. The woman motioned, "I need some fresh herbs and make sure you get something that cures Botchi this time."
"I'll try," she motioned back, "but at this late in the season there's not much of a choice." In a few long strides, she scooped up her basket and digging stick and set off into the forest. Rose hips, chamomile but no Botchi," she muttered and went on searching.
Suddenly, a whimpering noise caught her attention. Curious, she parted the leaves of a cluster of brush and smiled. There lay the cutest cave lion cub curled up and, "oh you're hurt!" Blood streaked across his head and stained the ground beneath. Quickly, she gathered him up amid his protesting growls. He was too weak to protest. Gathering her treasure, she went back to the cave.
Brun, the former leader of the Clan, was just outside the cave and scowled and at her bundle. "You can't bring that in the cave."
"But he's hurt, I must heal him," Ayla exclaimed. The healing side of her balked at leaving an innocent and helpless creature to die.
The former leader shook his head and gestured, "no, animals are for eating, not for healing."
"Either he comes or we both go!"
"Then you both go!" Broud, the leader of the Clan shouted and cuffed the insolent woman. "Ayla I curse you with death."
"Give it up," Ayla goaded. "We all know you can still see me, and you're just afraid of a woman."
"Now Ayla," Brun coaxed, "You have been death cursed. You have to stop speaking to us and being mean to him. It's time for you to go."
Broud gloated as the woman crested the ridge and was out of sight. "Now we shall test my secret weapon."
Brun raised an eyebrow, "what in the world could you make with sticks and stones?"
"It's called a light saber, and I can kill the Others with it, including that insolent woman. She'll lead us to them and then they die out instead of us."
"A not-heavy-saver?" Brun asked confused by his son's gestures.
"A L-I-G-H-T S-A-B-E-R!" He gestured impatiently, "like a sword only made of light."
Brun shrugged already bored. "I don't think your plan will work. Even if you killed all the others, we're still not equipped to survive past the ice age. Look at these thick bones and semi-mobile arms! Besides, I'd rather we didn't see the day of women's lib.
Broud sneered at the man who had raised him. "You will see the power of the force, and you will believe."
A long, long, long time ago in a place not so far away....
(Majestic classical like music with an undertone of primitive drums)
A young girl gazed longingly at the world beyond the caves. Somewhere out there lay more excitement and adventure than these short funny looking people can even imagine. She sighed and put away her sling.
"Ayla!" A guttural sound made her turn to her adopted mother, Iza. The woman motioned, "I need some fresh herbs and make sure you get something that cures Botchi this time."
"I'll try," she motioned back, "but at this late in the season there's not much of a choice." In a few long strides, she scooped up her basket and digging stick and set off into the forest. Rose hips, chamomile but no Botchi," she muttered and went on searching.
Suddenly, a whimpering noise caught her attention. Curious, she parted the leaves of a cluster of brush and smiled. There lay the cutest cave lion cub curled up and, "oh you're hurt!" Blood streaked across his head and stained the ground beneath. Quickly, she gathered him up amid his protesting growls. He was too weak to protest. Gathering her treasure, she went back to the cave.
Brun, the former leader of the Clan, was just outside the cave and scowled and at her bundle. "You can't bring that in the cave."
"But he's hurt, I must heal him," Ayla exclaimed. The healing side of her balked at leaving an innocent and helpless creature to die.
The former leader shook his head and gestured, "no, animals are for eating, not for healing."
"Either he comes or we both go!"
"Then you both go!" Broud, the leader of the Clan shouted and cuffed the insolent woman. "Ayla I curse you with death."
"Give it up," Ayla goaded. "We all know you can still see me, and you're just afraid of a woman."
"Now Ayla," Brun coaxed, "You have been death cursed. You have to stop speaking to us and being mean to him. It's time for you to go."
Broud gloated as the woman crested the ridge and was out of sight. "Now we shall test my secret weapon."
Brun raised an eyebrow, "what in the world could you make with sticks and stones?"
"It's called a light saber, and I can kill the Others with it, including that insolent woman. She'll lead us to them and then they die out instead of us."
"A not-heavy-saver?" Brun asked confused by his son's gestures.
"A L-I-G-H-T S-A-B-E-R!" He gestured impatiently, "like a sword only made of light."
Brun shrugged already bored. "I don't think your plan will work. Even if you killed all the others, we're still not equipped to survive past the ice age. Look at these thick bones and semi-mobile arms! Besides, I'd rather we didn't see the day of women's lib.
Broud sneered at the man who had raised him. "You will see the power of the force, and you will believe."