The herder saw lightning on the horizon. A storm was coming fast. There wasn’t time to find shelter. She’d have to trust in the mercy of the plains.
The strange pillars of light dated the plains, glowing brightly in the darkening afternoon. Her people knew almost nothing about them, but they were always ringed by clear sky, no matter the weather.
She pressed the protesting cows closer and huddled with them. Fierce wind and rain lashed at them, but they held firm.
After the storm passed, she got them moving again. The pillars were mysterious, but hungry mouths couldn’t wait.

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