Red Hawk the Spear Maker(Part 1 Bannishment)

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter parts on Earth


Hi my name is Red Hawk. That was the first bird my dad saw when I was born, hence the name. I am the chief spear maker for our tribe. I have been since dad was killed by the bite of a poisonous snake. I started learning the trade when I was four years old, which was 13 years ago. Chief spear maker title has been in our family for as long as I have known about it. Dad was, so was my granddad, and so was his dad.

There is a lot to know about spear making, picking the right stones to chip into a spear head. Getting the right shafts to make the spear. Each hunter in our tribe takes a different type of spear. Wolfgard our chief takes the heaviest, and Stumpy takes the lightest. I need to have plenty of inventory to take care of them all.

Then there is the ritual, where I capture a bird and give the chant and release the bird. If the bird fly’s straight, and then so will that spear. You had to make sure and pick the right bird, because each fly’s in a different pattern.

Usually when they go out to hunt, I stay back and help protect the women and elderly. The fire starter, and the shaman also stay back with me. If we are planning to stay in an area for a while, then the tents will spring up, if not we sleep under the stars. The tribe is ever moving in search of food.

Usually twice a year we head to the great meeting grounds to mingle with other tribes. We trade with each other. Also look to take a mate if the timing and age are right. It is handed down in the tribe laws by the shaman, which says we must not mate within the tribe. Nobody questions the tribal law.

At the last gathering at the meeting grounds, I meet up with an old spear maker. He gave me a throwing stick. He told me this stick has great magic in it. If I was worthy, the stick would reveal the magic to me. I played with the stick, but for the life of me, I could not get it to work. I could not get a spear to work with this magic stick.

The tribe camped in a great meadow. There were some giant bisons in there. The hunters started a fire drive to trap the bisons into the river. But one spot in the meadow was damp and did not burn like the rest of the meadow. The worst hunter Stumpy was there to try and block the bison’s escape. He failed as he stabbed at a big bull bison and his spear was just brushed off. The rest of the hunters tried to get there to help him, but they were to far away.

The hunters came back to the fire in the late afternoon, tired and hungry from chasing the giant bisons. As they settled around the fire for the night. Wolfgard leaped to his feet with club in hand, as a pack of wild dogs swept in to attack. The hunters went on the offence to protect the women.

This is one of my few chances to use a spear or club without violating tribal laws. One of the dogs got past the hunters and got to the women. I ran back and attacked the dog with a crushing blow to it head, killing it. Damage was done, as one of the women was injured. It was Sparrow, Wolfgard’s daughter. The dog had mangled her thigh, and it was bleeding. The shaman and women were working on her leg to stop the bleeding.

We had food which should last for a couple of days. Dogmeat was ok to eat, but did not give us the fuel and strength that bison does. The tribe rested for a few days, which gave me a chance to resupply my shafts and stone tips.

I have been practice with the magic stick for the last few days, and I am beginning to get the hang of how it works.