Let's call this a teaser. It's a fragment of a story idea. Does it make you want more?
The days of fever and its spiteful sleep unleashed memories from within the old man's mind. Those of another life, in another land and another time.
He knew himself, a Mongol, a leader of men, under attack and bound by honor to protect the many while the young daughter who proudly stood at his side and helped as one of only 6 years could, was his true heart. For beyond the father's love, which no one could doubt, he also knew that she held the secret - the gift or curse, that would change man's future for generations to come.
Her name was Tsao-Chi and she worshiped her father, sure he knew all. In moments free from toil or study, they fought with swords of bamboo, built toy castles of sticks, clay and leaves, and made fire dance with trails of black powder. All of this drove little Chi's mother mad at its impropriety for a girl-child, but what is a father with no son to do?
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