Blitz was now a young boy of twelve, okay maybe not so young. It had been many years since he had seen Ranako and he greatly missed his friend. The others in his tribe had no idea though and were constantly worried about him.  As Blitz sharpened his spear in his tent, he tried to not think that anything happened to his friend. But the thought crept it's way into his head anyways.

" Hey, Blitz?" Mida came in and sat next to him. Blitz looked at her and said nothing, Mida usually wore her long hair in a complex eight strand braid. Come to think of it, Blitz never saw her without her hair in a plait. Even when they were younger.

" Yeah, what's up?" Blitz asked, going back to sharpening his knife.

" Oh, well are you feeling okay?" But before Blitz could even reply she said sharply, " And I don't want any of those lies that you are feeding your family. I want a real answer. How come you never come to the coming of age parties? Why don't you join the dancing?" Blitz was quiet, sharpening his spear all the more, then he took a breath and said, " I am waiting for someone..." And he left it at that. Even with excessive questioning he refused to say anything else.

Weeks passed, the winter was under way. A cold wind blew through the camp. Blitz didn't know why but every time that he stepped outside he felt the butterflies in his stomach go crazy. 

One day as he went to collect some firewood he spotted a pair of small footprints, and upon closer examination, saw that they belonged to a young child, perhaps not even five! He stood there unsure for a moment before a sudden gust of cold wind made his mind up. Dropping his firewood and grabbing his spear, he began at a quick pace began to follow the prints. There was a clear sign that the child was lost, the tracks went back and forth, and sometimes there was a ditch where the child might have fallen. After nearly two hours of following the trail a cold blizzard began to blow down. Blitz knew that he had better find the child fast or risk himself and the child to freeze to death. The wind was relentless and pushed him back stronger and stronger. It blinded him to everything. The snow caught onto his clothes making them cold and wet. But now Blitz was desperate. He had to find that child, no matter what. But it was all he could do to even hope that the child was alive.

It was almost half an hour later when he saw some fresh blood on the white snow. Fearing the worst, he crept slowly following the trail of blood and with some relief he spotted no wolf or coyote tracks. There was a large root that he climbed over and then... A child lay in the snow, his small feet were bleeding and one of it's legs was badly twisted in an awkward angle. The child was crying but it's face was blue from the cold. Blitz knelt down next to the child and realized with shock that he had no protection against the freezing wind. Blitz had no idea how the child could have made it this far in only a small slip. He undressed the child and placed him inside his shirt. close to his body heat. 

Tying the boy firmly to his chest Blitz wrapped his arms around the boy and began to run home. 

He had to slow himself down at certain areas that looked dangerous but other than that he ran as fast as his legs would take him. His breath came out in little plumes of white fog in the bracing air. The wind was on his side now pushing him forward. Finally, nearly an hour later he saw the tipis come into view. Smoke bellowed from the top. 

Blitz ran to the sauna tent, the hottest place he could think of. Thankfully the fire was on. He took off any snowy outer garments but kept the child close to him. "Don't worry. I've got you. You'll get warm in no time." He muttered to the blue child. He warmed the toddler slowly near the fire, while heating some water to place his black hands and feet. After ten minutes the child looked more pink and less blue. Suddenly, a woman came in from outside.

"Oh my goodness!" she yelped as she saw them, not wasting any time Blitz said, "Run! Hurry and get my father! And the parents of this child!" The lady was speechless but thankfully moved to do as she was asked.

Finally Roven, Europa and Sole, chieftain of the Frisian tribe burst into the tent. The child's parent's were seemingly not there yet. Roven not even noticing the small toddler in Blitz's arms fumed and demanded " What were you thinking! Going out in this weather! Two missing at one time! Do you have any idea how worried me and your mother were!"

Europa was wiping her tears as she ran to hug Blitz, "Wait who else is missing?" Blitz asked terrified.

" A very young boy from Sole's Tribe. I think that he may be dead." Roven said sadly, he ran a hand through his hair in distress.

Blitz was so happy it showed on his face, his father glared at him, upset but very confused. "This is no matter to smile about..." But he stopped and his face turned to one of shock and happiness as Blitz opened his robe to reveal the tiny pink boy. 

Sole gasped in shock as he knelt down to face the toddler, "Glen?"

The toddler opened his eyes and stretched out a hand to Sole, who grasped it while looking directly at Blitz, "You saved this boy's life. I can not thank you enough, he owes to you his life. What you did Blitz, is unforgettable. Thank you." Sole took the child in his arms and wrapped him in a warm blanket while taking him away, supposedly to his parents.

Blitz, couldn't believe it. Sole was here, that must have meant that Ranaco was here as well. After all these years... His father noted his son's struggle and said smiling, " Yes, that is all that Ranoko wanted as well, to see you. You gave him quite the scare you know. He is in your tent."

" Thank you, father!" Blitz said excitedly, he threw on his clothes and ran out to the snowy cold weather that blew just outside the tent flap.

It took him not much time to get to his tent, but when he was in, he easily saw Ranako. Ranako had changed, he still had the dark skin, black hair and the bright, black eyes that Blitz remembered, but he was so much more handsome. Ranako's hair had grown even longer, reaching his shoulder blades, black and wavy. Like silk, cascading down his shoulders. His eyes seemed unrealistically bright. His skin shone with a kind of glowing deep brown. His face had matured, no longer the cute and round boyish face, but that of a handsome warrior. His voice was smooth and rich as he asked the nurse maid where Blitz was.

Blitz slowly crept on him from the back and then... " You're under attack!" He shouted as he jumped on him. Ranako gave a small yell of fright and turned around in midair as Blitz was attacking him. Blitz pinned him down in a well planned warrior tactic and then, tossed his hair and said, " How are you, old friend?"

" Well, I was quite fine before you had the courtesy to give me a heart attack." Ranako said smiling, then on a more serious note, " Where were you?"

" Oh you know, saving kids lives, the usual..."
" Wait, what?" Ranako said smiling in disbelief. Blitz got off him and soon he told him the story over a steaming bowl of hot fish soup that the nurse maid served. After he finished, Ranako smiled and punched his shoulder, "I always knew that you were a hero!"

"Oh, don't say it like that. You wouldn't have turned your back if you saw the kid..." Blitz said seriously.

 "I know, but that doesn't make any difference. You risked yourself out there, and you saved a kid." Ranako said equally as serious.

Soon both boys made for bed, the parent's had decided to let the boys sleep in the same tent to encourage a strong friendship. When they lay down in their buffalo hide bunks, staring upwards they began to talk. "You have other friends?" Ranako asked curiously.

 Blitz laughed as if it were a silly question and said, " Well duh. Why not? Don't you?"

" Ah, not until a year ago, my tribe ran across a tribeless boy, he won't say what tribe he's from that is." This got Blitz's attention. Whenever a child reaches the age that it can walk it is given a small tattoo, usually on his wrist resembling it's tribe, a child that had none, had no tribe. Blitz had a small engraving of a mountain with the head of a large horse carved into the stone. Ranako had a small on on his own wrist, a symbol of awakening.

 "How old is the boy?" Blitz asked.

" He... He is our age actually." Ranako said, " He learned our language, and is decently trained as a warrior, at least by wild standards." Then on a note of pride Ranako said, " I have taught him how to speak Frisian, how to hunt, fight and how to dance." Blitz nodded, but he was still dazed over with shock, it was unheard of to not mark a child of walking age.

" What is his name?"

" Loner Spirit, or just Spirit. He came with us if you would like to meet him." Ranako offered.

" What! Here?" Blitz said sitting up. Ranako looked uneasy and said, "Well, yes. But try not to judge him too much."

"You take me for a bully? Of course I won't judge him." Blitz said laughing as he came down from the bunk.

They left to a small tent, hastily set up near Ranako's parent's tent, the door flap was pinned shut to keep away the biting cold of the night. Ranako pulled the pegs out and climbed in swiftly, Blitz waited outside, unsure if he was supposed to enter or wait. After a few seconds Ranako came partly out and said, " You can come in already!"

Blitz climbed in quickly, glad to be away from the biting cold. The Spirit was sitting in the far corner, a boy about his age, with long, straight locks of dark brown, sleek hair. Skin that was paper white and eyes that were a soft hazel blue. The boy was looking intensely at Blitz and didn't take his eyes off him for a while. He was silent as Ranako softly explained who Blitz was. Spirit nodded as if he understood then he spoke, his voice was soft. Almost as if he was unused to using it. 

" I know you want to know my tribe. That's what everyone wants. But I don't, I don't want to remember." Spirit locked his gaze with Blitz. Blitz looked away, there was too much emotion behind those eyes, he asked a question, hoping it would clear things up, "Were you separated from your tribe?" Spirit looked down, his hair covering his eyes. " No."

"Did you run away?" Blitz tried again. He was pushing too hard, he knew. But he was just so curious about this boy. Spirit looked up and pulled his knees up, "I don't want to talk."

"Okay. I'm sorry." Blitz said startled, what could have happened to this boy to make him so quiet? Perhaps it was abuse?

 The boys got up to leave, Blitz not wanting to push spirit anymore than he already did. But as they walked out Spirit came out and ran after them, "Wait!"

The boys turned around in surprise.

" What's the matter?" Ranako asked surprise etched on his face.

 Spirit looked like he was struggling to say something and then quietly, "Can we... be friends?" Ranako and Blitz looked at each other shocked.

"Well of course!" Blitz exclaimed, happy that Spirit had forgiven him. The boy smiled in relief and said, "Thank you..." Even as he left back inside to his tent.

In the early hours of the morning, when the air was crisp and cold, Blitz was woken up by his father. "Whaa.... Whas da mader?" He said between yawns.

"Wake up already!" His father said, there was excitement in his voice but also slight worry. "We have visitors. From the Krasna Zena Tribe." Blitz simply blinked in shock.

The Krasna Zena tribe was the tribe of the most beautiful women in the lands, ( the males were too, very handsome, however they were less dominant and the woman ran the tribe). Their beauty was legand, to say that they were here in the tribe of the Shire was, simply, impossible.

 Blitz laughed and said, " Father, if you wanted me to get up you can just say so! I don't need temptation!" But his father smiled knowingly and said, "Yes, but... Oh nevermind, you'll see when you get to the Tent of Meetings. Make yourself presentable and meet me there in five minutes. Oh, and bring a blindfold."

Blitz looked after his father in slight shock. Was he actually serious? Shrugging he did as he was asked and soon left his tent, he met up with Ranako at the men's washing well. Ranako looked at him questioningly, "Did your father say the same thing?"

" Huh? Of what? Oh, you mean that the Krasna Zena tribe is here? Yeah he did, wonder why. I usually get up without need for a treat or tempting. But it's strange you know. He told me to bring a blindfold, you don't suppose that he is serious, do you?" Blitz asked suddenly nervous. 

Ranako shrugged and tossed his silky, black locks out of his face. " I have no idea, but if they are here, then I want to see them." Blitz gasped, no one had ever seen a Krasna Zena woman, no one. The only reason. Their beauty was a toxic, you would look at her and, well, no one actually came back to talk about it. It was like Medusa. But, instead of turning you to stone, they entrance you. Boys as young as five were in danger of the seduction. the only good news, Krasna Zena women were known for their gentle hearts, their tattoos were of beauty and kindness. A large, lotus flower. 

" You are out of your mind." Blitz said as he tied a blindfold around his head as a bandana ( he still didn't think that the tribe was there).

" Hey, fine I'll put it on, but I'm taking a peek." Ranako grinned as he slid a black bandana on. The boys left to the tent of meeting, but before they could enter, two guards stopped them and asked them to " please lower their covers and pay respect to the women" Then handed each a staff as to find their way let them in.

" Guess our dads weren't joking..." Ranako mumbled.

" Yeah, but we don't know that for sure yet, we still have-"

" Yes, that is compliable but our tribe has suffered a considerable loss." A beautiful woman's voice was heard from not far away. It was too gorgeous for any normal woman, flawless and almost song-like, flowing through their ears smoothly. Blitz and Ranako's jaws dropped. They quickly found their rightful seats and sat next to their fathers and listened.

" Yes but who could have done this to you?" Sole asked, everyone was wearing a blindfold and no one saw the women. A young teen's voice was heard. The voice was no more like sound, it didn't go through the ears with the pain and usual feeling acquaintance with noise. It was smooth, angelic. Passing through to the mind, fogging it up. Like liquide. So soothing it was almost possible to forget what the girl was saying.

"Who? Why there can only be one tribe in the whole world that could kill so many in so little time. And with such bloodshed. The tribe of Anex!"

" No!" A huge uproar of fear was sounded at the tribe's name, this tribe was the most violent of any of the tribes in all the lands. They were known for their terror, they bathed in blood, their tribe thrived in the pain of its enemies. The inhabitants were blood thirsty. They wiped out entire tribes in weeks. Whole armies succumbed to them. They had destroyed most of the tribes in the far north in the smoky mountain range. It was a hope that they would not reach as far south as the Snow Mountain Range of the Shire and Krasna Zena. But such a relief was not possible. Anex was unstoppable, with men having the strength of an ox and women more frightening than death itself, they were a death machine only waiting to explode. Kidnapping children from other tribes and torturing them to death was a favorite pastime, a slow and painful death it was. The tribe was known to steal from the tribe of the Krasna Zena. Most of the women never returned, in one piece.

"You must help us!" Cried a young girl's voice barely even seven she sounded. "They took my mother and my father and my five sisters! They have taken almost everyone! Please help us! You can't let them take us all! Please!" She sobbed and wailed and was heard running out of the tent to hide her tears. 

Silence, Blitz couldn't even bare to hear her cry, not that anyone else could. He felt Ranako shift next to him and get up. Before he could tell him otherwise, Ranako was out the door flap and gone.

Okay so this one took longer than the usual, and I am super sorry about that! I was swamped with homework and... ( tries to find more excuses... fails).

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Thank you again!!! And Maze Runner is an awesome book ( yes, very random I know, but I had to say it)!