In a world full of fantastic and terrifying creatures, uttering as much as a sound can mean the difference between life and death.
Konta is a member of a tribe of nomads who wander this dangerous world, where the changing of the seasons heralds increasingly deadly creatures. Yet even in the most dire circumstances, his people are determined to find a way to forge onward and carve their own path.
From the calm of early spring to the relentless cold of the inevitable winter, Konta's family and tribe are tested against dangerous enemies and hardships. Headstrong and determined, Konta sets to overcome the odds with a will of iron and grit. But nothing he achieves will be without sacrifice.
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Life is a precious thing that is often taken for granted. In the hustle and bustle of everyday living, most people just don’t realize how their every action is, in fact, a fight for survival. But this wasn’t always true.
There is a time forgotten, when humans had to struggle just to feed themselves. Small nomadic tribes roamed a dangerous world where one false step would lead to their demise at the hands of creatures better adapted to the radical landscape.
This is a story of one man from such a group.
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He knew himself as Konta. It was a name he had since the day he could start remembering, a name he had chosen for himself. It was impossible to know what name others had given to him; expressing such an abstract concept as a name to his fellow clansmen was a luxury he and his people couldn’t afford. The very idea of a spoken word was unfathomable, as making noise was akin to calling out to every creature within earshot.
So it was only in the silent comfort of his mind that he was Konta, and that was good enough for him. He gave names to his kinfolk in a similar fashion, not knowing or caring how they referred to themselves.
There was never a reason for him to consider why his clan only communicated with body signals. As he strode through the grasslands amidst his people, following the subtle signs of the chief he had come to know as Murg, the only thing that was on his mind was the coming year.
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Philippe Lacroix
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