Many turnings of the moon came and went. Elders of my tribe went into sleep. Children of the tribe became young ones, and then elders and they too passed on, as did their children and their children's children and on through countless generations. And yet I remained, I always remained, never becoming an elder, nor passing to sleep, at first neither I or anyone in my tribe ever thought it strange, as we never understood the significance of such a thing, I was simply there, as was the tribe.

I did grow in another way however, too many generations for us to notice but the children did not look like we used to look, and I too changed along with them. We stood taller, we had less fur and our heads grew larger. With that came new ideas. We long since forgot the fear we had of the killers, we now knew how to chase them from their food with rocks and loud noises, we took the meat of the horned animals from the killers, and even when we could not, we waited until the killers ate their fill and moved on, then we would take the bones that remained, the killers did not seem to know that there was more meat still inside the bones if you knew how to get it. And we did, for we figured out how to take rocks and sticks from the ground and re-shape them, this was a new magic that my mother would have thought impossible, I could even scrape the meat of bones into my mouth using the tooth of the killer I still carried with me and took from the first killer long long ago.

As I am known as Killer of Killers, so too had we come to call tribe members of their deeds or appearances. Horn Smasher, Broken Finger, Toothless, Second Mother, and so on.

More generations came and went and food became hard to find so our tribe moved. We long lost the fear of the magic of the Hole that birthed the Sun, and soon forgot it's magic, the sun found a new place to be born each morning when we went there. And when we moved north where more food can be found, the sun came with us.

And our tribe grew, when my mother lived there was only six of us, but now we have twenty. Because we no longer feared the killers, they claimed less of us and more children lived to grow. Sometimes we met other tribes, and took mates from them. Some would leave our tribe and join the new tribe, or sometimes members of the new tribe would come to our tribe, we walked and lived in many places, forests, grasslands with tall grass, ones with short grass, places near large rivers and lakes, some so large we could not see the land on the other side, we even once lived near a giant lake filled with strange water that we could not drink, but it had many fish that we learned to catch. We lived in strange lands with animals and plants that we have never seen before nor could we even imagine existed. We came to see new magic and forget old magic, and in time the new magic became old magic and it too was forgotten.

And yet I remained.