Nergal always liked his mother’s hugs. It always made him feel warm and safe. Not that he felt unsafe where he was, but he still liked the hug. He probably should have told her where he was going before he took off earlier. But he honestly did not know where he was going when he left. He was just following his feeling.
“Sorry, Mother,” he said, hugging Ninlil back. “I didn’t mean to wander away. But look! Isn’t this the most fun thing ever?” He grinned as he pointed out over the burning land. The killing had mostly stopped now. The majority of the attackers had been put down, including the chief. He wondered what the winning chief would do now.
This was very exciting. Would he kill the remaining warriors of the attacking side or let them return to their village? Or would he cut them down as an example to others? Nergal could probably influence the outcome if he concentrated really hard. He wondered which way would be more fun.
“I think they finished fighting now,” he said, sounding a little disappointed.