The Smallest Shoe, title only given.

Raincloud sits on the hill, arms folded and legs crossed watching over the other children, his sisters. Raincloud was born with eyes as grey as the clouds during the storms, he was born with a knowledgeable frown, he was born a protector. The children play and laugh while Raincloud sits and watches wearing nothing but his longhi and a single blue shoe . Raincloud does not speak for he has no use for the language of man, he understands the wind, the smell of disturbed earth and the need to sit and watch. He remembers the anguished smile of his parents as the men in black took them over the pink hill, so called because of the forest of jacaranda trees that once embraced the pillowy folds on the horizon. The pink hill had not been pink for a long time, shortly after his parents were taken the trees glowed red until all that was left were their charred black skeletons. He is the youngest in years but the girls are innocent, he knows this, he has the memories of his ancestors burned into his subconscious, the knowledge that he is special, that he can do what needs to be done. He remembers the three kingdoms before the fall of the one they called Whitebeard, whose death shook the very foundation of the land hundreds of years before Raincloud even existed. "If you wont eat with us, then I will bring your food to you!" Pinpin, the oldest of his sisters runs towards him arms outstretched with a handful of juicy berries, she smiles and strokes his hair as he eats the fruit slowly, eyes fixed on the horizon. She sings in a whisper and her words carry across the breeze, he sees the trees flinch as her melody reaches them. When the girls are inside their makeshift house Raincloud practises with the sword, his father had hidden it under the structure wrapped in burlap. Passed down through the generation from his grandfathers grandfather, the sword was Rainclouds rite of passage, his destiny. At first the sword was heavy, hard for Raincloud to hold, but the touch was familiar to the blood that ran through him and so he persevered. Every day he would pick it up and swing until he was a smooth and accomplished swordsman, against the bushes at least. Today is Tipi's birthday, the middle sister. They know this from the markings on the trees, Three birthdays have passed since her parents were here, Three years since Raincloud beheld his mothers tender gaze. Pinpin and Navi dance in circles laughing around her, they call to Raincloud but he shakes his head, he must watch the road. Tipi's eyes implore him and he gives in, with his one shoe he walks down to the girls, one eye on the horizon, watching the road for intruders, for the men in black robes. Navi catches Rainclouds gaze and winks before deliberately tripping Tipi over, its their secret. Tipi sees the hint of a smirk on Rainclouds face and realises the rouse. "My leg! I think its broken!" she cried the children stopped and rushed to Tipi's aid before she erupted into fits of laughter. "Tipi how could you!" Navi exclaimed "Yes Tipi, how could you?" A womans voice exclaimed The children turned in shock at the sound of their mothers voice, she opened her arms and the girls flew inside the safety of her embrace. "Its over, the war is over" Their father smiled at Raincloud who stood alone, a single tear flowing from his eye. "You looked after the girls well son, I am proud of you" Raincloud ran into his fathers arms the only thing left in the spot where they played was Rainclouds small blue shoe.