"I shoulda known." All traces of 'civilized' speech from Zavros faded, with the coastal accent and dialect coming back harsh and fast. No faster, sadly, than the abrupt rushing waters. There was nothing natural about this-!<br/><br/><em>That damned witch</em>. His father, grandfather, and all their fathers and grandfathers, all spent years of hard work and passion to make what was there. And now it was all going to be washed away? This ain't right!<br/><br/>Despite the rush of conflicting emotions swirling through his mind, his first priority were the ones he could save. "Ma! Pa! Move! Get moving!" he cried, trying to at least get them clambering up the hill...<br/><br/><em>How long before we can even think about rebuilding?</em>he thought in anguish as he tried to get his family to safety.<em>Before the next tribute? Not hardly!</em>