As Za and the other tribe members launched
their spears towards the TARDIS, they gazed with disbelief as the blue
box disappeared before their eyes.
The clanking of the wooden spears toppling onto
one another gave way to a moment of silence before a murmur of voices
could be heard over the brow of the rocky landscape before them.
Za waved his arms in a lowering motion, signalling the tribe to stay
quiet. As they huddled together, a group of 13 tribesmen and women
appeared at the top of the hill. One of the tribesmen, a burly man with
a wide stance, made his way, alone, standing before Za - his mouth wide
open in awe at the burning torch he held.
"Fire!" exclaimed the tribesman, turning his head back to look at his
tribe. Za asserted his authority by waving the fire in front of the
tribesman, forcing him to step backward.
"This is our fire. You try and take from us, and you will die"
"I am Krell", said the tribesman, almost submissively. "Your tribe from
the other side of the mountains?" asked Za. "We are" added Krell. "We
saw lights in the trees, and our elders say it is fire". "You teach us?"
"Fire is ours, you will NOT take" Za exclaimed. "We do not want to take,
we wish to learn and share with you" Krell replied. "Too long we have
lived in the cold mountains, and too many of our tribe die of cold. No
longer can we live there. We have many tools and many women, and food to
share with you."
"No!" said Za with a forceful wave of his fiery torch. Horg stepped
forward from behind Za and tried to appeal to his better nature. "These
people will die Za. They can share with us, and help us to hunt meat!".
"I can hunt meat" replied Za sternly. Hur runs to Horg's side and pleads
to Za. "You can not hunt enough meat for the tribe by yourself" she
said, holding onto her father for protection in fear of angering Za.
Za took a moment to consider the options, before walking up to Krell,
standing face to face with him. "You may join our tribe, but I am
leader" affirmed Za. The other tribesmen and women behind Krell walked
down the rocky hillside to stand closer to him. A tense atmosphere
filled the air as the power of both men battled silently, their tribes
awaiting anxiously for a response.
"You may lead" said Krell reluctantly, and with that Za waved his torch
and tilted his head behind him to beckon the new tribe to come forward
and join with his.
The tribes make their way through the forest to their camp, as Krell and
Za walk and talk together.
"Where is friend, and the man with white hair and the two women?" asked
Za to Krell. "I know not of who you speak" Krell replied. "We have
no-one in our tribe with white hair. What do the women look like who you
speak of" he added. "They both wear strange skins, one woman is older,
the other is a girl" Za explained.
Krell shook his head; "I have not seen these women or this white haired
man, and what is friend?" he enquired.
Za took a moment to find the words to describe Ian Chesterton. "Friend
teach me how to make fire" said Za.
Krell stopped and looked at Za, standing once more with him, face to
face. "You are Friend!" stated Krell, and for the first time, Za almost
seemed to smile, before returning back to his comfortably angry
expression, and replying "Yes!"...
The tribes walked towards the warm glow of the cave where they would
share many more stories, many more meals, and many more fires together.
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Waugh & Doctor Who Online, 2012.
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