Hirokin Page #2

Many underestimate

the invisible enemy.

Moss is remaining hidden,

but rest assured

the time will come

when he and his people

will take form.

That is the wei.

I will find him.

Perhaps you should not

return until you do.

That would be wise.

As you wish...

My lord.

Dead.

- Dead.

- This one's still breathing.

Not anymore.

Did you see that human

in the pit?

- The bony one?

- No, the fat one.

- There was a fat human in the pit?

- No!

You know, I don't know why I

hang out with you sometimes.

I do like 'em with a

little bit of meat on 'em.

You like what with a

little bit of meat on 'em?

Humans, arids...

doesn't really matter,

so long as there's

a little bit of meat on 'em.

Right. What are you

gonna do with 'em

- when you're done?

- Done doing what?

Stickin' 'em.

Wait a minute, what did you

think I was talking about?

I don't know what you're talking about.

It keeps changing.

First you were talking about a

human in the pit, a bony one.

Now you're talking about stickin' 'em.

It's very confusing.

Wait.

Look, isn't that him?

Yeah. He's a little bony,

isn't he?

Yeah, he needs

a little meat on him.

Oh, you know what I heard?

I heard that he was

with a fertile arid.

- No!

- Yeah, and he's a murderer.

- Murderer.

- Hmm, town of eleven, something like that.

So they killed

a bunch of arid rebels.

Guess Griffin appreciated that.

That's what you call

appreciation.

Huh. All right,

I'm gonna stick him.

Oh, careful.

Don't get stuck.

Oh yeah, right.

What was that?

Got a nice ring to it.

It's okay.

It's a good thing you ate

that life root, my friend.

Otherwise this would be

a very one-sided conversation.

- Oh no... my boy.

- No time for grieving.

Now is the time to run.

Why are you helping me?

We all have our motives.

A friend of mine had a vision

and I believe it is of you.

Quick,

we must move fast.

Wait.

Where are we?

Half a day from the horde.

I've taken you as far as I can.

See that red star?

Keep walking toward that star.

You'll eventually find

a friend of mine.

His name is moss.

If he's managed

to escape the deacons,

he'll be able to help you.

Here.

To steady your feet.

Walk strong in the wei,

my friend.

Is this life

worth living?

Bet you wish you were dead.

He's a human.

He can't be trusted.

He shouldn't be here.

He's putting us in danger.

We should leave him

immediately.

He needs our help.

Honsu must have sent him

to us for a reason.

How do we know this scum

didn't steal the medallion?

For all we know,

he killed honsu.

There's little danger in

helping him to recover.

Helping him puts

our tribe at risk.

It puts your daughter at risk.

You have to drink.

Here.

Good.

Gabriel, go find your brother.

Water?

Go on.

There's a constant

search for water.

Our tribe once went two moons

without finding a drop.

The water will come

because we are

strong in the wei.

Come.

We grind the thorns.

There's a numbing agent

which helps with injury.

See. Look.

This is how the arid people

see ourselves...

as part of a system rooted to

hold one another together.

Maren, water!

See.

Our thoughts become our words.

Our words...

our words become our actions.

Our actions become our habits.

Our habits become our values.

Our values.

And our values

become our destiny.

Moss, what you're asking

of us is suicide.

The apostate won't spare

a single soul.

It is only a matter of time

before they find us.

Time.

We must unite

as one tribe, Cain,

if we are not to be

snuffed out like a candle.

You can't save everyone.

The tribes will be

uniting at dead rock.

Look at your own existence.

Does it hold any meaning to you

if there is no one else

to share the light?

And what meaning is there

in death?

He will reveal us for a reward

the first chance he gets.

I trust you'll keep

an eye on him

and maren too.

Homemade arid redbush.

Only a few tribes make it.

We trade it for what we need.

Careful.

It tastes awful.

But it'll make you

forget your troubles.

You know, we did help

save your life,

the least you could do

is speak.

"Yes, maren, I do appreciate all

your tribe has done for me.

What is your time?"

I'm the second oldest

daughter of my tribe.

"My goodness!

I thought you were much older.

Thank you for the redbush.

I enjoyed it

very much."

Good night, maren,

second oldest daughter

in her tribe.

Maren?

I missed you last night

at the singing.

I missed being there.

I need to help him, Cain.

Help him or help us?

- Maybe they're the same.

- I wish...

I wish things were that simple,

maren, but life never is.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I don't know.

It feels cold,

lonely.

Amazing how such a small thing

can determine so much.

Some say the lines

tell our future.

Does that mean

I have no future?

I can't live one more

day like this,

on the outside...

not arid and not human.

I mean, who are we?

We're on the outside

because we don't belong.

You chose this life, not me.

Audowen?

She's bleeding.

She's bleeding everywhere.

Please.

Please, my baby...

Let me see her.

Audowen?

Audowen?

Every ribbon, a song.

A ribbon for every life

we are blessed with.

Listen.

Even in death,

there is life.

Hmmm,

moss is close.

I leave at first light.

- Returning to the horde?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Revenge.

This futile revenge,

why can't humans

just understand

that we all breathe

the same air?

We drink the same water.

We cry the same tears.

I've seen you before,

my friend.

I have seen you

in the battlefield of my mind.

You have been sent

to unite the tribes.

I'm not the answer

you're looking for.

Am I mad? Hmm?

The wei brought him here!

Shhh.

A lot of suffering comes

with believing in the wei.

Suffering.

What do you know of suffering?

That is our tribe.

It has been hunted down.

As sure as night follows day,

they will come, my friend.

No hope.

You?

You can change...

The world.

My friend, stay with us,

- learn our trade...

- No, thank you.

No hope, no change

unless you

unite the tribes.

No, thank you.

Maren!

- Maren.

- Our clothing,

to keep you cooler as you

need and warmer as you need.

Nothing kills our spirit.

- Cain?

- Cain holds on too tight.

Sometimes holding on

is all you can do.

All you can do is accept

the truth and let go.

How do you do that?

You just do.

It's time for me to leave.

"Sword

for the downtrodden."

"Hirokin."

That's what your name means

in the old tongue.

"Hero."

Fights for something

greater than himself.

I fight for them.

They're dead.

They're free now.

- But I'm not.

- No, you're not.

Not until the Griffin's

dead, I'm not.

The Griffin

will tear you

from limb to limb.

Then show me.

You think this is a game?

Come here.

Put your hand up.

Let's play.

Push me over.

Do your best.

Yes.

Whoa!

Huh? Fun?

Fun, isn't it?

This little game.

Ahhh.

Ahhh.

What was that?

I won't sanction

another massacre!

You're not ready!

Stop, wait!

- Show me.

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