The cave was damp and we still explored it but it was ours though,we claimed it we fought for it it was our home we were early men or cavemen and we knew only instinct survival to struggle for food water and shelter at least we have two food and shelter then the cave veing damp was not good enough we needed water for everyone food was everywhere deer or mouse or squirrel we ate what we could still that was not good enough we needed more to live to breathe to multiply our tribe was few we needed to grow overcome our hostile environment we must survival was natural it was in all of us,all of us . No one was excepted we were all survivalists . People must survival or we die trying too. It is our right .end.
The final book in the Twins of Moon trilogy. Borne by their dragon guardian, the twins Magio and Eefa brave the perils of Dromenon to free their imprisoned father.
An ex-soldier, now turned farmer, wakes one day to find mysterious marks on his hands and wrists. All seems well until black riders appear and kidnap his family. On his journey to recover his lost loved ones and to discover the meaning of the strange