Snippet #8143

The Sun was high in the sky. Hoteph walked out of the bamboo hut and looked out upon his village. Everything was peaceful, and going well. The jungle on the island was dense from the heat of the island, Fruit was plentiful and so was meat, with all the wild game around. Hoteph grabbed his Lance and set out for the village feeling quickly for his sword on his belt. He desended down the hill at a quick pace, greeting all the villagers. He enjoyed being the Chief.
On his way down the hill, He noticed something on the distance. They looked like boats, but non like his. His face wrickled from though as he continued his decent. Thoughts ran through his, but the one that stuck the most was thoughts of war. That was what he dreaded, knowing that it would cause fatalities on his already small population. He couldn't afford that, but he would fight to defend his land, no matter the cost.