SHADOWFALL
By Tessa Harvey
The plateau had never looked so beautiful to Hunter. While he had been away there had been soft falls of rain and the grass was greening everywhere.
Myriads of insects hopped, fluttered or flew. A tiny light blue butterfly hovered near him. He raised his eyes to the soaring mountains. He saw there were now two hawks spiralling around and beyond each other - how could there not be a Creator God?
How could he have felt so low as to feel he had to end it all?
A man strode over the plateau towards him. He recognised the way his brother moved. Surprised and pleased, Tarrant had made the effort to find him.
The two men halted and their shadows touched. Tarrant looked up at him, his beautiful blue eyes clear and sparkling. His voice broke. "That man was taking me away. He said I was his angel. You tried to stop him and he threw you hard against the wall. Is that why you wanted me so much to do well because you saved me?"
Hunter looked at him. "He was so big. He called me a black bastard, said I would never amount to anything. Come in - let's talk, brother. How did you remember?"

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