The altar

Xairo picked the first boulder to move, and Zagan nodded, expressing his approval. It would be a challenge- but something about it felt primal to Zagan- as if he and his brother were going up against Mother Nature itself.

He takes his place beside Xairo, and presses his shoulder into the cool surface of the boulder. Its gritty texture scrapes against his skin, and he ignores it- savoring this moment of resistance- as he shoves his weight forward. With their combined efforts, the boulder starts to move- slowly rolling forward, as they push it into the right place. “Alright, another.” He says, taking a step back to acknowledge their work.


"Zagan Saxe"