Despite being 53 years old, Ares, like all of the elder hunters, was still incredibly fit. Although he wasn't quite as fast as Caleb and 25-year-old Rex, he still managed to grab onto the slightly unsteady rocks and hoist himself up the wall, with only a little help from his younger colleagues to get over the top. When the trio reached the top of the wall the sight they saw caused their eyes to widen and their jaws to drop. For as far as the eye could see, there were houses - brick houses! Not wood tied together with bamboo and dried mud. For Caleb and Rex, they could see the stories that they'd be told for their entire lives of a more advanced civilisation materialise before their eyes. For Ares, it brought back long, very distant memories of his childhood.
"I don't believe it," Ares exclaimed, being the first to break the silence. "All this time. All this time it's been right on the other side of this wall."
"It's a miracle!" Caleb said. For the first time in weeks, a grin spread across the young man's face.
"How has it been here for so long with no-one knowing?" Rex questioned.
"Oi!" A furious shout interrupted them. They looked down to see a man about Rex's age dressed in some sort of green clothing wielding a large metal instrument that neither Caleb nor Rex had seen before. But Ares had.
"Retreat, boys!" He exclaimed, for a moment forgetting that he wasn't the man in charge and letting his paternalistic side get the better of him. Despite the ignored chain of command, Caleb and Rex followed Ares' orders and hastily climbed their way back down the wall.
When they finally touched grass again, Caleb turned to Ares. "What was that?"
"A rifle," Ares said.
"My mother always told me rifles were tasty desserts," Rex said, his brow furrowed.
"Not a trifle. A rifle. It's a gun. A weapon. It shoots metal at you. It can kill you." Caleb and Rex's eyes widened, but Ares ignored them. "If we're going to rescue the twins, we're going to need a larger force. No doubt they have at least five men guarding that wall."
"Ares," Caleb said. "How much of your childhood do you remember?"
"Very, very little. We left when I was seven, so I was still very young. Why do you ask?"
"We need a strategy. I'm going to call a meeting for you and Jai as you're the only two who can really remember any of civilisation, and you're going to help me and Rhys devise a strategy to attack."
"I don't believe it," Ares exclaimed, being the first to break the silence. "All this time. All this time it's been right on the other side of this wall."
"It's a miracle!" Caleb said. For the first time in weeks, a grin spread across the young man's face.
"How has it been here for so long with no-one knowing?" Rex questioned.
"Oi!" A furious shout interrupted them. They looked down to see a man about Rex's age dressed in some sort of green clothing wielding a large metal instrument that neither Caleb nor Rex had seen before. But Ares had.
"Retreat, boys!" He exclaimed, for a moment forgetting that he wasn't the man in charge and letting his paternalistic side get the better of him. Despite the ignored chain of command, Caleb and Rex followed Ares' orders and hastily climbed their way back down the wall.
When they finally touched grass again, Caleb turned to Ares. "What was that?"
"A rifle," Ares said.
"My mother always told me rifles were tasty desserts," Rex said, his brow furrowed.
"Not a trifle. A rifle. It's a gun. A weapon. It shoots metal at you. It can kill you." Caleb and Rex's eyes widened, but Ares ignored them. "If we're going to rescue the twins, we're going to need a larger force. No doubt they have at least five men guarding that wall."
"Ares," Caleb said. "How much of your childhood do you remember?"
"Very, very little. We left when I was seven, so I was still very young. Why do you ask?"
"We need a strategy. I'm going to call a meeting for you and Jai as you're the only two who can really remember any of civilisation, and you're going to help me and Rhys devise a strategy to attack."
