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Dark times
Slowly the night falls over the barren desert planet Sanda. Cool winds from the Polar Regions announce the near night and a decreasing temperature up to -30°C. Practically all the mine- and factory workers have withdrawn hours before the and spend the last hours in order to sink into self-pity. Listening the noise of the cool sand winds, two figures sit on a huge rock and watch the last rays of sun.
One of them seems to be a little boy, dangling his legs a little bored. He looks ahead to the horizon and watch as the last sun light slowly gives way to darkness.
"Papa?" Asks the seemingly almost 8-year-old child, "When I'm big as you, then I get such a nice, thick fur as you?"
"No, you do not get any fur as I am." the Caitian answers the question without averting the gaze from the horizon.
Surprised thinks the offspring after the words of his father and looks inquiringly at his bare arms. A few hairs are clearly visible, but nevertheless these are nothing compared to the fur his father.
"Father?", begins the boy again, "For that I get but just as strong claws and teeth like you, right?"
Slowly turns around and looks Tchark his offspring to strongly
"No tiny, your teeth will never as strong as mine and you also get no such big paws like me!"
Sadly considered the child's hands that look very different from that of his father. Instead sturdy paws with sharp claws look out of his limbs as several thin sausages, which act helpless and harmless. When the little boy so as considered him a tear rolling down his cheek and a suppressed sob penetrates to Tchark V `Chassal ear.
"You need not be sad my little. Just because you mother was not a Caitianer, it do not means that you are less powerful as a thoroughbred!", the father tries to comfort his son, and shall in his paws gently on his shoulders.
"You have a beautiful long tail, a outstanding ears, eyes and faster reflexes as I and the strongest claws I have ever seen!"
The 8-year-old wipes the tears from his eyes and looks at his father hesitated.
"But your paws are not bleeding every time after you use your claws," the boy argued against it, "my ears are also not as flexible as yours!"
"Well, you paws are not intended for claws but they are much more flexible than mine and you can use and repair small things very good with them."
Silently thinks about the offspring after his father's words and moves his fingers suspicious.
"But ...", the boy now wants to start again, but Tchark interrupts him sharply.
"No! One day you will live up to the name i gave you and be a great warrior and wise leader like you namesake!"
Interested directed the boy put his ears forward and excitedly wags the tail.
"I have the name of a great warrior?", he peppered his father.
"Yes,", replied his Father, "One, courageous great warrior. He has saved my life and was the wisest leader i ever met. It was an honor for me to describe him as my friend."
With sparkling eyes looking at the child Tchark and hopes to learn more, but he says nothing more about it.
"Go now in and sleep," he says only, " You tremble already all over the body! "
A little disappointed and thought the boy follows the call and goes into the little mud house, which until today was his home. But what will happen in the future with him and what his father meant by these words? Deep in thought, he falls asleep during Tchark remains seated at the entrance, looking at the stars and waiting for the distant days of the decision....
