[ WP ] `` I 'm the last of my kind . This is the end of an era . ''

The cold winds blew harsh in the night as his rough hands pushed the hair from his angular forehead. His dark eyes looked out upon the land his people hand once called home. The winds of change had blown through the valleys and the fires which lit the night were no longer the fires of his people. Around each orange glow, sounds unfamiliar to his ears spoke words which he failed to comprehend. The bark of their laughter echoed with the clicking of chipped stone as the newcomers created tools more complex than the world had seen. His people had been pushed out, some falling in combat to the more advanced tribe while others found a place around the new fires and made a home for children whose features lacked the definitions of theirs. 
 
 Around him in the night wolves howled and the scream of a wildcat screeched down from a distant ridge. The cold crept beneath his furs as the winter approached. His companions had fallen from hunger and cold, the others had abandoned him for the warmth of foreign fire, and here he stood alone looking down at the end of an era. He would not join with the fires, and alone he would not survive the night
