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Dar shielded his eyes, gazing up at the smoking mountain.
His cousin, doing the same, snorted. “What odd people, to worship this angry god.”
Dar wasn’t surprised. The rumbling was little different from his father’s. Loud and brash, strong and dangerous, laughing even when attacking. And the people adored him. “Weaklings want to be led.”
“By the heart, you mean?”
“By the nose, like oxen, even unto the fiery pit of doom.”
Which is where his father’s war of vengeance was taking them.
Already the people resisted Dar’s proxy rule, questioning his valor while everyone else battled far away. Trapped by duty, he counted diminishing piles of coin, raised taxes, heard endless complaints.
No matter how he roared, they would not follow.
The carts loaded, Dar headed down into the valley. The directions of sun and path conspired, keeping him shadowed by the great mountain all day, until darkness fell.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Today’s location is in beautiful Mauritius.
Readers, meet Dar! This is a bit of character study for the main character of my next novel, whose name may or may not remain Dar. This setting is geographically illogical: I haven’t narrowed down exactly where in Layor Dar lives, but it’s unlikely to be within walking distance of a volcano. But the rest of the backstory is real. This would happen before the book starts, because by that point his father has died, leaving Dar to pick up the pieces of what’s left of their bankrupted country.