I am Kazak

<p>I had a dream one night. I was in a fog when I saw a flickering light from a campfire. As I walked toward the light I began to see an old man in skins and leather. He was old and grizzled but a giant of a man even while sitting. Seated next to him was an old woman-still beautiful but smaller-resting beside him in his embrace.</p><p>Then I saw the wolves. Huge and menacing with their teeth bared and the hair rising on their backs. She whistled and the wolves quieted. Then he motioned me over.</p><p>This is a fictional account of some Middle Paleolithic people. Almost all of them at the time of this story were wandering gatherers and hunters who stayed in an area until the food ran out and then moved on or followed the herds. He told me this story. His name was Kazak and this is part of what he told me.</p><p>He was a simple man who had a great love in his life. He touched many people in his journey and learned many things. Oh-and he lived over 32000 years ago.</p><p>This is a love story set at the beginning of mankind's rise to domination. Kazak is a special man and his love is what makes his life worthwhile. But danger rises when a group of raiders begins stealing the lives and stores of whole villages-taking everything and leaving only fear. Kazak must protect his people and his woman. With new friends and by learning from others he must find a way to unite different people and defeat the Raiders of Lives and their slaves.</p><p>Will he be able to save the love of his life? Will he protect the people who follow him? And how does he endear himself to others as a friend?</p><p>Read the first installment of <em>KAZAK</em> and see.</p>