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First of all... I want to apologize for not keeping my promise of uploading a couple weeks back.

I'm mentally not doing well, and for that reason I'm temporarily postone/stop until further notice.

After a few hours, you wake up to some noises. The bonfire in front of you died out, with embers the only thing remaining that seem like little stars in the ash.

You stand up and follow the faint noise, which sounds like footsteps. You then see a figure in the shadows, hidden from the moonlight, and walking away, unaware that you spotted it.

You think of what to do, but you also want to see what the shadowy figure is doing just to see if it's worth the fuss of waking everyone up after all, so you sneak behind the person, imitating its movements and tricks by hiding and moving in the shadows, and staying away from the moonlight.

The individual moves to the Chieftain's tent up a hill, but then Nonna, the Chieftain's mother, comes out of the tent, smoking on her pipe, and sits on a tree trunk, looking up at the moon. She takes a puff of her pipe before exhaling the smoke and saying calmly, "I know you're hiding, White Talon. Come out, my dear."

The individual steps out of the shadows that some walls toward the Chieftain's tent provided. It was indeed White Talon—you immediately recognize her bear skull helmet. "H-how did you know I was here?" White Talon asks.

"You always came over this way to sneak out of your home at night when you used to be a child just so we could gossip. Old habits die hard, I see. But tell me, why are you here?"

White Talon approaches Nonna before saying, "This might sound crazy, but yesterday I had the feeling as if I was being watched back when I told the tribe about the incoming threat. I believe that I saw big, glowing, yellow eyes near some dead trees at the outskirts of the village.

Then those eyes vanished as if they weren't there at all, but with the only thing remaining being like an invisible, or to be more precise, a translucent figure that moved away from where the eyes were, and I don't think that it was a floater in my eye moving around playing tricks on me.

I genuinely believe that I saw something out there. I'm not the only one who saw it. The kid that my brother is training also saw it, but I simply smiled at the kid in an attempt to make them believe that what it saw wasn't real. A kid shouldn't worry about such a thing."

Nonna chuckles before she calmly says, "If your gut tells you to investigate, then do so, but I suggest that you bring back up with you. Take the kid that's hiding behind you, imitating your tactics of sticking to the shadows. You can teach the child a lot about traversing the wasteland at night. Besides, you're made for this, Bella."

"Stop with the names, Nonna. I'm not 'Bella'. No, not anymore, not with the scar that I have on my face, and second, it's irresponsible for me to take a child outside the walls in the middle of the night," White Talon argues.

"Which is why you're going to look after the kid, and you're always going to be 'Bella'. No matter what happens to you physically or what others may say to you, you are beautiful. Now go out there and find whatever is lurking out there, and do make haste. I don't want two of my favorite tribe members to be missing," Nonna says before continuing to smoke on her pipe.

White Talon takes your hand and together you walk outside the village by going through a door next to the village gate.

"Urgh... how I hate taking care of children. Don't take it personally, kid. I just get overwhelmed with kids, that's all. Anyway, you'll follow my lead and under no circumstances will you engage any threats if there are any. Now let's haul ass before the weather changes. I can smell that it's going to rain soon enough, and I don't want it to remove any evidence that there used to be something if there was anything at all." White Talon and you walk in the shadows of the trees to stealthily approach the place where both of you saw the yellow eyes behind some dead trees.

Upon arrival, neither you nor White Talon see anything until White Talon finds a footprint, and a big one at that. It's too large to be of a regular person yet it doesn't seem to be that of a mutated creature. You ponder as to what could possibly make such a footprint until White Talon puts her own foot inside the footprint and murmurs to herself, "Power Armor... for sure."

You look around the area some more until you find evidence that there was indeed someone. You find a small green metal box with small shiny metal objects with words carved in them that spell the word ".50". You tell White Talon about it, and she looks surprised, almost terrified. She quickly regains her composure and says, "Quick, we need to return with this to the tribe and inform them about what we found."

As the others were still talking about what to do, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was rather odd, yet you couldn’t put your finger on why. Your skin slowly starts to get goosebumps, and you look around until you see something far off in the distance behind some dead trees—something resembling eyes, yellow ones at that.

Just then, those very eyes disappeared as if they were never there to begin with. You don’t know if what you saw was real or not, or if you should blame your vivid imagination, but you have a feeling that it might have been real.

You decide not to pay any mind to it for now, preferring to listen to what the others had to say. Just as you turned your head to focus on the conversation, you see that White Talon is looking at you calmly through her mask, yet she clenches her hand around her hunting shotgun. The little exposed parts of her skin also seem to have goosebumps. It’s almost as if she, too, has either sensed or seen the odd thing lurking far away, yet she doesn’t mention that something is off but continues suggesting what the tribe as a whole could do, giving the Chieftain self-made maps of the region and explaining the best ways to traverse the terrain in case the tribe decides to run away. She also shares her ideas and plans on how to face the incoming threat if the tribe wants to confront them and fight back.

The warriors of the tribe start murmuring, some displeased at the idea of running away yet knowing it might be the best thing to do, while others disapprove of facing the threat and prefer to run away to keep on living.

The Chieftain seems to be deep in thought, pondering what is the best choice for the entire tribe, scratching his chin while doing so.

In that moment, an elderly woman comes out to the village’s gate, approaching the Chieftain. “Son... what is happening? Why is everyone gathered here? Is there some sort of new festivity taking place that I don’t know of? No, don’t tell me... is it a surprise fest for me? Did I ruin the surprise? Oh, no. I shouldn’t have left the tent today. It’s just like last time, when you made preparations to make me a surprise party, but I blew it by walking in on you and seeing all of the preparations!”

The Chieftain turns around, surprised, and calmly yet in hurried motions tries to explain the situation to the elderly woman. “Mother, you shouldn’t be here. I’m discussing important matters with the warriors and the Outcast, White Talon.”

The Chieftain’s mother’s face lights up after she hears the name White Talon. “Did you say White Talon? Oh, it has been years since I’ve last seen her. She was quite the beauty when she was around. Where is she? So I can hug my favorite girl of the tribe.”

The Chieftain’s mother quickly walks past her son to find White Talon among the warriors. She then quickly finds White Talon by seeing her clothes and immediately hugs White Talon with her frail-looking arms. “Ohhh... how I’ve missed you, my dear. It’s been too long.”

“I know, Nonna. I wish circumstances were different, but we can’t change the past, only the future,” White Talon says to the Chieftain’s mother, hugging her back.

The day fades into darkness after some hours, and everyone in the tribe has been made aware of the looming threat. To the surprise of White Talon, Blue Raven, and you, everyone was rather grateful for the warning that White Talon brought, and many seem to know her from the past and have respect for her. You start hearing your people telling stories of old when White Talon and Blue Raven used to do a lot of mischief and be troublesome. You also hear that many regard White Talon as the big sister figure of the tribe and Blue Raven as the big bratty brother figure of the tribe.

You also hear a story about how the Ashwalkers were once much larger than they are now, twenty times larger than what the tribe currently is, to be precise. You also hear about a civil war that the tribe once had, which was what made the Ashwalkers split apart into the tribe it is now.

Suddenly, the Chieftain’s mother approaches you and sits next to you at the big bonfire.

“It’s been a few days since I’ve seen you, young blood. You’re not running from Nonna, are you? I don’t like it when children run from me, young blood. Ah... I can’t be mad at you for long.”

She kisses your forehead before talking again. “I need you to listen well. I want you to run from this coming conflict. The description that White Talon gave of this threat sounds too familiar to what I faced in the past when the Ashwalkers were still a united force, but to be frank... I don’t think we have what it takes to face this threat head-on. No, not this time around.”

She pats your back before whispering in your ear, “Do this, and you’ll do both me and your mother a favor. You might not understand now, but let me tell you that a parent will always do what it takes to keep their children safe, and as a mother myself, I’m talking from my own experience.”

She chuckles. “Besides, you are the heart and soul of this tribe. Without you, everything would crumble, and I won’t let that happen to you, nor to my people. I know that your little courageous heart wants to help, to protect and fight, but you’d be helping out by escaping with some others when the day arrives.”

She then ruffles your hair before she stands up and walks away, leaving you to ponder whether you should heed her words and flee when your tribe faces the opposition three weeks from now.

You then gaze into the fire, zoning out because of how relaxing the crackling sound of burning wood is, as well as the dancing flames. You slowly feel your eyes becoming heavy as tiredness consumes you. You hear a familiar voice, but it’s muffled due to tiredness. As you’re falling asleep, everything fades to black. The only thing you hear the familiar voice say is, “Sleep well, my child,” before you drift off into the world of dreams.

As you might noticed I haven't posted part 7 last weekend. That is due to a blackout that happened in the area where I live and all electronics were dead throughout the entire weekend. Despite not having any control over the situation I will try to make it up to you, my dear readers. I'll post part 7 on Saturday 11pm and part 8 on Sunday, same time as Saturday.

Thank you everyone for the support that you're giving me by voting in the polls, liking my post, and by commenting. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Some time later, Blue Raven, White Talon, and you managed to return to the tribe. You noticed that two of the tribe’s warriors approach your group cautiously as they recognize White Talon as an Outcast, and White Talon stays put in place at the entrance of the tribe’s village as it's her way to show respect despite her Outcast status so Blue Raven and you could enter without issue. She calmly says, "Don't worry about me. I'll wait till you get the Chieftain and elders to me."

As you and Blue Raven walked around inside the tribe, both Blue Raven and you noticed a large group of tribal women heading your way as they're minding their business, talking about the amount of meat they managed to gather from their hunt hours ago while they drag multiple carcasses of sheep, goats, and unmutated cows on wagons pulled by mules and horses. They get surrounded by multiple children, curiously asking about the hunt, the techniques they used, if they got ambushed, and so on. Blue Raven taps you on the shoulder as both of you walked past the hunting party and the children, saying, "They don't know what's coming our way. They're unaware of the danger that White Talon is gonna warn us about, but then again... perhaps it's for the best if at least the children don't know anything about what's coming this way."

Both of you walk past the tents of the tribe’s healers, the shamans where beyond their tents are the tents of the elders and that of the Chieftain, but right before you and Blue Raven entered, you got stopped by the voice of a woman behind the two of you saying, "Dear child, is that you?" You and Blue Raven turn around and recognize that it's Diana, your mother, who called you. "Go on, kid. Go to your mother. I'll tell the elders and the Chieftain to go see White Talon at the village's gate," Blue Raven says before he continues walking, leaving you alone with your mother. Your mother walked up to you and hugs you tightly before she kisses your forehead. "So... how was your first day training to be a warrior for the tribe? Did you learn anything today? Was it fun?" Your mother, Diana, asked before she drops her facade of being happy once she sees that Blue Raven is out of sight, and her questions become more like those of an overprotective mother. "Urgh! You will kill me if this keeps up. I know I allowed you to go and do this training despite being against it. I know you want to be your own person, but I'm worried for you. Are you hurt? Blue Raven didn't bring you to the forest that's two hours away from here, did he? He should know better not to bring you there since the past few months multiple packs of those Blisterhogs have taken residence there and are overly territorial, mopping the floor with anyone who dares to enter the forest." Your mother, Diana, hugs you again before she holds both of your hands firmly. "Oh, look at you. Four years old and training to become a strong warrior. Personally, I wouldn't allow you to do this, but considering that the tribe has lost many warriors in the past few years, it does create a huge demand for warriors, especially for those born and raised to become warriors. I didn't birth you to be a warrior; that's not a future I envision for you, no. I want you to live without worries, or at least with as few worries as possible, but I would be lying to myself if I'd say that you will never have to worry about anything in life." Diana sighs before she continues talking. "All I want for you is to be safe, to live a somewhat peaceful life without suffering or pain. Something neither I nor your father ever had. But I don't get to choose that. You... you do. But until you become an actual adult, you'll have people like Blue Raven, the elders, me, and many other people guiding you to become as wise and as strong as you can get, drawing out your full potential, my child." Diana's eyes start to well up with tears before she says with a sobbing voice, "God. Look at me crying after my baby left for a couple of hours. I'm so pathetic."

Diana wipes away her tears. "Hey, how about we get back home and eat something? You must be tired, my child." She grabs your hand and gently tugs at it, leading you to your tent.

Inside, you started telling her everything that has happened to you today, such as collecting the Spark Berries, the exhausting journey to the forest and back to the tribe, the fight with the Blisterhog, encountering White Talon the Outcast, and that White Talon is at the gates of the tribe waiting for passage so she can warn everyone about a threat that is approaching the tribe.

Diana is stunned by everything you’ve told her, but mostly concerned that you had to face a Blisterhog on your first day training to be a warrior.

After you ate lunch, you kissed your mother before leaving the tent to head to the Chieftain's tent to see if Blue Raven has made any progress, but the tent was empty, so you headed back toward the tribe’s gates where White Talon could still be waiting or perhaps already informing everyone else about the ominous threat.

You're afraid of this threat, especially at your age since you don't have any experience whatsoever, and the most dangerous thing you've ever seen in your life was a wolf spider until you faced the Blisterhog. Your little heart was filled with bravery and determination, wanting to help despite knowing that whatever this threat could be might be more than you can chew, but something in your gut tells you that this is the right thing to do, to fight for your people, to prove your worth, to make your place within the tribe.

You didn't care that you were a kid. You just wanted to help.

Once you reached the tribe’s entrance again, you see the Chieftain, warriors, Blue Raven, and White Talon talking about the threat that's heading this way. You just arrived in time to hear White Talon describing that this threat isn't just one being but multiple beings, a faction to be specific which wears pitch black and green armor, and that they possess weapons that turn people into ash and goo, and that they take people and do horrendous things to them, turning them into abominations, and that the faction is known as NERO, short for New Enclave Republic World Order.

White Talon also mentions that this threat will come in three weeks, and until then the tribe can decide to either run away or fight back, but she recommends that the tribe runs away and tries to find a new place to live while they still have time.

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Author's note:

This took part took me a bit longer but I'm happy how it turned out. Please ask questions if you have any.

“Stop it, both of you! I don’t know who to trust, or if I even want to trust either of you. It’s my first day outside the tribe’s boundaries because I’m being trained by Blue Raven, who I just met today. I nearly got killed by a beast with blisters of acidic pus, and now I’m told I have a father and that he’s alive. That’s too much for me to take in. I just want to go back to the tribe, to my mother,” you say with a shaky voice, feeling a lump in your throat, your eyes starting to water.

White Talon looks at Blue Raven, crossing her arms, and scolds him. “It’s his first day outside the tribe? And you chose to bring him and train him in the closest forest, hours away from the tribe? You’ve got to be the dumbest moron I know, Bluey.”

“Hey, our first time outside the safety of the tribe was in this very forest. Besides, it’s our family’s tradition to begin here,” Blue Raven replies to White Talon.

“But he isn’t family. I know in the past we were good friends with Joe, even considering him a brother. I have no right to say this because I’m an Outcast, but do the elders or the chieftain know about this? The kid should be trained within the tribe’s boundaries, just like his father was when he was our hero,” White Talon says, her tone stern but softening when she mentions your father’s heroic days of the past.

You didn’t know your father was someone heroic to your tribe, mainly because no such hero was ever mentioned when you sat by the fire to listen to the shaman’s stories.

“Stop saying his name as if he’s still the hero of the past. He attacked the Ashwalkers, our tribe—” Blue Raven starts, but White Talon interrupts him immediately. “Because the Ashwalkers banished him after he dealt with countless enemy tribes. That day, when they promised the Ashwalkers a peace treaty, it was a trap, and Joe knew it, you knew it, brother, and I knew it. Joe did what he had to do by any means necessary to keep the Ashwalkers safe and protected back then. If it weren’t for him, neither you, the Ashwalkers, nor the kid would be alive today. Ashwalkers are resilient, but not immortal, even with our immunity to diseases from radiation. What kept us from growing stronger are traditions,” White Talon says, her tone sounding like that of a wise shaman.

“Those traditions kept us safe and sound from outsiders,” Blue Raven says with disdain toward White Talon.

“No. Those traditions kept us isolated from the world, from new discoveries, from knowledge. By following those traditions, we grew colder toward others and dehumanized everyone and everything that wasn’t an Ashwalker,” White Talon says calmly.

You don’t fully understand what’s going on, but your gut tells you that White Talon isn’t lying.

“Bullshit,” Blue Raven mutters under his breath and continues, “Why are you here? I bet it’s not just for the kid, right?”

“Correct,” White Talon replies quickly before continuing. “I was actually on my way to the Ashwalker tribe to warn them about a threat heading this way.”

“A threat, really? Why should I believe you? You’re an Outcast, after all,” Blue Raven mocks her.

“Would I really come all this way just to bluff? Come on, use that thick skull of yours, brother. Besides, I don’t want to see my brother dead, knowing I could’ve prevented it,” White Talon says in a dismissive tone, but behind that facade, she truly cares.

“So, if what you’re saying is true, then Joe is still alive,” Blue Raven says, acknowledging White Talon’s words, to which she simply nods.

“I’m sorry for being harsh on you, for not checking up on you to see if you were alive for four years. I guess I just grew grumpy and bitter once you and Joe left the tribe,” Blue Raven says.

“Don’t be. You stuck to what you believed was right, and I respect that, even if it meant turning your back on me and pretending I never existed. You’re still a fool, though,” White Talon chuckles, and Blue Raven smirks at her comment, sharing some sibling banter.

“Very well then. Let’s head back to the tribe, kiddo. My sister wants to warn us and the tribe about some threat heading our way,” Blue Raven says, taking your hand. Together, Blue Raven, White Talon, and you head back to the tribe.

On your way back to the tribe, the many noises from the forest started to fade away and so does the stench of the Warthog's corpse. Halfway back towards the tribe you ask White Talon many questions, such as what her thunder stick is, why her outfit seems to shine occasionally when light hits her clothes, and why she wears a bear skull as a helmet and a full-face mask. She replies that her thunder stick is a Hunting rifle, her shiny garments are just a few pieces of metal armor, the face mask (balaclava) hides a grave facial injury, and the bear skull is something she earned in her teen years after killing an entire pack of bears, a sign of her strength and resilience. When she answered your many questions her tone was soft just like her eyes when she looked at you through her Balaclava, she certainly us amused by your curiosity.

Due to unforseen circumstances, I do get to post this Saturday part 5. I will immediately haul ass and get to writing. Whoever was praying for me to post sooner than later, good job on you, much obliged.

What to expect in part 5 of Fallout: Primal Instincts:

-Heated arguments between Blue Raven and White Talon.

-Lore about the Child's (You, the reader) father

-Introduction to a new Faction.

-and for once, implementation of everyone's choice of the poll from part 4 gradually implemented into the next couple parts (5, 6, and 7). Which in turn part 5 and 6 won't have a poll.

Your heart pounds wildly in your ears as the woman's mocking chuckle slices through the tense air, hidden behind her balaclava like a venomous whisper. "As far as I know, you're supposed to welcome back your family with open arms, not leave them for dead. Anyway, it's been a while, Bluey. I see you're still with the Ashwalker tribe, and strangely enough, with a kid in tow." Her gaze shifts to you for a fleeting moment, sharp and assessing, before locking back onto Blue Raven's eyes. "I believe it's safe to assume the kid isn't yours. You were always terrible at flirting with women."

"I said leave, you Outcast," Blue Raven growls, his voice laced with a stern edge that trembles with barely contained fury. "If not, I'll view this as an attack and be forced to fight you. And we aren't family anymore. That was four years ago, since then, you're dead to me, you Outcast."

Confusion crashes over you like a radstorm, swirling with a mix of fear and burning curiosity that makes your chest tighten. Who is this woman, really? How does she know Blue Raven so intimately? And what about that strange object on her back, the one that thundered like lightning and felled the warthog in an instant? So many questions claw at your mind, begging to spill out, but the heavy tension hanging in the air holds your tongue. Your palms sweat, your breath comes in shallow bursts, as you stand frozen, torn between the safety of silence and the desperate pull of the unknown.

"This kid looks like it's Joe's and Diana's, just by the resemblance of its face," the woman says casually, her words dropping like a bomb that shatters the fragile calm inside you.

"Don't mention his name, White Talon," Blue Raven shouts, his voice cracking with raw anger and something deeper, pain, perhaps, or regret, that makes your stomach twist.

"Kid, stay behind me," Blue Raven orders, his tone urgent, protective, yet edged with desperation. "This woman's words are foul and venomous. She'll corrupt you with half-truths and lies." But even as he speaks, your curiosity flares hotter, a wildfire in your chest that refuses to be doused. 'White Talon' is that her name? And 'Joe'... could he be your father? The thought sends a jolt of hope and terror through you and yet... why have you never heard of him, never felt his presence in your life? Diana's name echoes in your heart like a familiar ache; she's your mother, the one who brought you into this harsh world. Doubt creeps in, heavy and suffocating: What is Blue Raven hiding? His face, usually so steady and wise, now betrays a flicker of secrecy that stings like betrayal.

For now, what the woman is saying grips you with an irresistible pull, but it's definitely interesting, stirring emotions you've buried deep: longing for family, frustration at the unknowns, and a spark of rebellion against the walls of silence around you. It seems she holds answers to the questions that have haunted your quiet moments, while Blue Raven, your trusted mentor, appears to be guarding a painful secret, unwilling to let it see the light.

From what you currently know, she saved both you and Blue Raven from the warthog with her weird 'thunder stick,' and right now, Blue Raven doesn't seem entirely trustworthy, his protectiveness feeling more like a cage than a shield.

A surge of defiance rises in you, hot and unyielding, overriding his order. You step away from him, your voice trembling but firm as you call out the obvious, your heart racing with the thrill of rebellion. "Blue Raven, she saved us with her weird thunder stick. Besides, if she were so dangerous, wouldn't she have killed us as well with her loud thingy?"

"Hey, hey. At least the kid knows how to appreciate me properly for having saved his skin, unlike you, little brother," the woman says to Blue Raven, her tone laced with triumphant amusement.

"Huere schissdreck!" Blue Raven curses, his face twisting with a storm of emotions—stern command mixed with a pleading vulnerability that tugs at your guilt. "This isn't the time to talk about this, kid. Let's get back home, eat some Spark Berries, and forget we've ever met this woman. She can't be trusted."

"Don't listen to that dimwit. He doesn't know any better. You want to know more about yourself, about your family, right? Then I suggest you come with me instead. After all, I was sent by your father to come and get you to him," the woman says, her words wrapping around you like a promise, igniting a whirlwind of hope, fear, and exhilaration.

"No!!! This can't be... he is dead! I know it! I've seen his dead body when he died! She's lying!" Blue Raven speaks up, but his expression shifts dramatically this time, and it's one of pure fear and panic etched across his features, his eyes wide with desperation that makes your own fear spike, leaving you breathless and conflicted.

I'm very sorry for not having kept my promise of posting part 4 and 5.

I've been having some troubles BTS and therefore part 4 and 5 will get delayed further.

I will keep updating if any changes occur.

Till next weekend.

<Do leave comments and likes so I know that you want more of my stories. Thank you very much for the support even if small since I started with the story writing.>

Your heart is racing, hearing the drumming of your heartbeat in your ears as fear strikes you as you keep watching your Teacher, Blue Raven fighting the mutated warthog.

Fear, one of your primary emotions screams at you to run away, to hide, to safe yourself while you can, but guilt also lingers on your mind not wanting to leave behind Blue Raven.

You quickly think about possible solution towards the current problem. Perhaps use the Spark Berries..? No. Shooting the seed of it against the warthog and drawing it's attention would be suicide.

You quickly made up your mind and shout at Blue Raven "Attack its back! It's unprotected on its rear and hind legs!"

You quickly hide behind a tree right after advising Blue Raven to safe yourself.

Slaying the beast

The Warthog then shifts its attention towards your direction because of your shouting, pushing Blue Raven away and heading your way.

Blue Raven quickly gets up on his feet, dashing towards the warthog and jumping on its back, stabbing it repeatedly, causing the warthog to run around in panic, trying to get Blue Raven off of it. As the Warthog finally manages to shake off Blue Raven off its back, Blue Raven hits his right shoulder against the ground hard as he fell, making him unable to use his right arm, and yet with sheer determination to protect you, Blue Raven gets up while the Warthog gets closer to your location as it spotted you when you peeked out behind the tree.

The Warthog tries to charge at you but you managed to dodge at the last second, making the Warthog hit its head against the tree and getting stunned.

Just as Blue Raven was about to attack the Warthog again from behind, a loud noise cracked through the air, the Warthog's blood splatters on a tree and it suddenly falls to the ground, lying dead with a hole through the side of its head, surprising both you and Blue Raven.

"A gunshot?" Blue Raven remarks.

Suddenly out of the bushes a figure comes out, a woman, wearing a bear skull like a helmet, partially covering her face while she also wears a baklava which does cover her face entirely, hiding her identity. Her garment are nothing out of the ordinary for your experience as she also wears makeshift clothes out of animal hides but the notable difference that she has knee, and shin guards made out of a shiny hard material which you've never seen before.

She closes the distance, approaching you, and helping you get up off the ground, her touch is delicate with you. Then she help Blue Raven, putting back his shoulder in place, making him scream in pain, this time she doesn't seem as if she's been delicate.

While her back is turned against you you see a strange object on her back made out of wood and a grayish hard material which yet again you've never seen before in your life. You also see some smoke coming out off its cylindrical looking part.

Blue Raven then gets between you and her, taking a defensive stance.

"You're an Outcast, aren't you? Using guns is strictly prohibited by our tribe. I thank you for helping us, but leave. Neither me nor the kid want anything to do with you, Outcast." Blue Raven tells the woman.

<Author's note: apologies for the delay of this post. I've lost track of time and nearly forgot to post. I will make it up by posting two parts, part 4 and part 5 this week. Please do leave comments for things such as QnAs. Thank you for your patience and for reading part 3, until next time.>

Blue Raven looks at you amused of your wariness. - "Your mother taught you well, kid. Never accept stuff from strangers."

Blue Raven then pops the berries into his mouth, eating them, and after swallowing them you see his face contort into one of mild discomfort due to the sour aftertaste before he hands you some and saying... - "Doubt is a sharp Blade, child. Wield it well, but trust your teacher's hand."

Blue Raven pats you on the back, and plucks a few more stems off if the Spark Berries which in turn shoots out the seeds. - "Make sure to aim the fruit away from yourself as the impact of the seeds are quite powerful. I once got careless and had a bruise on my feet for weeks. Oh, and keep in mind, whenever you harvest spark berries do spread it's seeds around to ensure that more of these fruits to grow since it helps us out and the animals of the woods."

Unwelcoming Surpise

After a few minutes have passed both You and Blue Raven hear a rustling coming from the bushes and a mutated animal comes out, a disfigured, one and a half meter tall, blister covered warthog with some warts growing more outwardly than others, serving as some sort of shielding for the beast.

- "Kid, get behind me, now!" Blue Raven shouts to you as he jumps between you and the beast with a spear at hand, ready to defend you.

The wild hog rushes towards Blue Raven, tackling him, launching him into you as both of you fall to the ground. Blue Raven quickly gets up and distances himself from you and making noise to draw the beast's attention. - "Over here you mealy-mouthed bastard!"

Blue Raven manages to stab the beast in its face a few times with the spear but it gets stuck in one of it's blisters covering it's left eye.

You get up on your feet and hide behind a tree, observing the fight and notice that the majority of the Beast's hardened warts are on it's front rather than it's rear.

Blue Raven keeps on struggling against the beast, getting tackled, bit and launched into the air a couple of meters. Blue Raven then watches how his spear which was stuck in the beast's face dissolves due to the acidic pus, making it rot in an instant. Frustrated, Blue Raven unsheathed his knife, muttering under his breath "How I wish to have a gun right about now."

As Blue Raven keeps on dodging and weaving the beast's attacks you can't shake off the urge to help him.

To be continued...