Zlaw’s Echo

“We should get rid of them. They’re only slowing us down, at this point.” The young man had spoken in a low voice to the few people near him around the campfire, around his age or younger. A few followed his darting gaze to the older couple sitting a few meters away, leaning against a tree and looking at the stars while they quietly conversed. A deep blue silk cape was wrapped around the man’s shoulders, while the woman wore a shawl made of animal furs. They seemed cosy, blissfully unaware of the nefarious suggestion that had just been made about them. “Not that they’ve been much help so far…” mumbled another young man. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh? If not even disrespectful?” asked a third member of the group. “This is our time. Theirs has passed,” insisted the instigator of the conversation. Suddenly, with a poof, the man previously gazing at the night sky appeared among them, sitting on an empty spot on one of the logs arranged around as makeshift benches. Everyon...