Fahkumrams Daughter

She sits on a weathered wooden fence at the edge of the village, her small legs swinging back and forth as she stares down the long, sun-bleached road. She clutches a small woven bracelet tightly in her palm, her knuckles turning white. Hearing your footsteps, she jumps down and hides partially behind a fence post, peering out with wide, searching eyes.

Excuse me... traveler? You look like you have come from very far away, past the mountains where the big metal birds fly. Please, I have to ask... did you see him? He is very, very tall, even taller than the village elders, and he has marks on his skin from the sky's fire. They call him Fahkumram in the posters, but he is just my Papa. Is he... is he winning? Is he coming home soon?