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Gorham’s Cave

(Gibraltar, Iberian Peninsula) 28,000 BCE

The fear and the tears mixed with saliva barely let him breathe, and his broken crying competed with the dark silence of the cave. Lying on his back he felt his heart pounding, and his tormented head asked him the same question over and over again: Why?

Slowly he extended his hand to what was still left of Ella’s face, gently brushing away the dirt that hid her eyes. His profound pain became unbearable when he saw her desperate and naked gaze expressing the terrible suffering of the last moments of her life. Amid the mass of bones, torn flesh and exposed guts, he could identify his boy’s little hand gripping the cave bear femur flute that Ella had made for him. He could not stop crying at the thought that his son’s tender meat must have been an exquisite delicacy for the cursed Smilodon.

The intense smell of the massacre had taken over the cave, and in that instant he became fully aware that he had lost them forever. A chill ran down his spine and he let out a piercing scream that broke the deep, bitter silence of the cave. He tried to stand only to fall back to the ground on his knees and prostrate himself before them. All he wanted was to caress them, but a violent retching forced him to sit up and vomit. Desperate, he could not stop wondering how the Smilodon had been able to find the entrance to the cave. He went out into the daylight disoriented and staggered down the path that led to the small cove as best as he could. Upon arrival he collapsed and fell violently onto the sand. Bitter tears welled up in his eyes, but they did not prevent him from seeing the bone sticking out of the sand. He clumsily dug it up and saw that it was the jawbone of a long-dead animal on which hardly any flesh remained, but when he saw that it had a bit of fresh blood on it he again felt the cold rise up his back, and the sour taste of fear burned his mouth. With a great effort he got up and went back to the cave holding the bloody jaw in his hand; meanwhile, at the top of the crag that dominated the cove six tall, thin men with long, disheveled hair watched him in silence.

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Six years had passed since they had decided to flee together to the distant lands of the south to find a place to live. Although neither of them knew with any certainty, Ella must have been about thirteen and El no more than fifteen when they had fled. The journey lasted many moons until they found what would become their home, a small cave with a barely-visible entrance in the face of a steep cliff from which could be seen a great expanse of water the likes of which they had never before encountered – the sea. Amid the bushes that concealed the entrance, a narrow path opened which branched off into thick grasslands. To the north a steep slope led to the top of a limestone bluff, half surrounded by a small plain that must once have been green but was now covered in a thin layer of ice. To the south a gentle slope led to a small shore of white sand and crystal-clear waters, replete with mollusks and crustaceans which would guarantee their livelihood. When the first summer arrived Ella was pregnant, and although ignorant of the fact, had become the last member of her species as the two males with whom she had lived since birth had at last been hunted and slaughtered by the savage ‘predators.’

It was still dark as El readied his tools to go hunting, but that fateful day Ella and their little one did not accompany him, in a departure from their custom. At sunrise he climbed to the top of the rock cliff where he remained motionless and silent, watching for prey to hunt. Before long he saw a sounder of wild boars and noted that the last of the group could barely keep up with the fast pace of the rest. El emitted a grunt of satisfaction and decided to pursue the chase. As he progressed the great rock receded, but he did not worry because he knew that Ella would take care of their little one, perfectly camouflaging the cave so that no predator would find them. In this, however, he was wrong.

Arcy-sur-Cure

(France) 28,000 BCE

That winter was very harsh. Tongues of ice completely covered what had once been green meadows, and the lack of food was becoming more pressing. Despite adverse weather conditions, repeated attacks by large predators and a constant lack of food, their species had always been victorious in the struggle for survival. The reasons for this success were based on certain marvelous physical qualities which over hundreds of thousands of years had allowed them to adapt to the different environments they had inhabited out of necessity. They all had large, flattened noses and a keen sense of smell that allowed them to perceive the scent of any predator from a distance. The powerful jaw devoid of a chin had proven a highly effective tool for immobilizing prey, while large teeth augmented its remarkable defensive capacity. The frowning aspect of the prominent brow without a doubt enhanced their ability to focus their vision; the squat body with broad hips and sturdy legs made them unfit for running but on the contrary endowed them with great long-distance walking endurance. As for the rest of their tasks, each group member took a turn at everything, and no function amongst them was assigned solely to males or females. That was how it had been from the beginning and how it was supposed to continue in perpetuity.

For some time they had begun to feel threatened by a danger they had tried everything in their power to avoid. A new adversary had taken up residence in the valley at the foot of the great mountains and was stalking them ever more closely. When these ‘predators’ had first arrived they had brought food, beads and strange tools, and had always come in groups of several males, who would take advantage of the opportunity to copulate with the females of the band. On several occasions, several of the predators had forced themselves upon Ella’s mother before the naïve gaze of the males in her band, until she had become pregnant. Ella was the offspring of those evil and increasingly frequent visits.

When she was born, it became evident that something about her was different even though she had similar physical features to the rest of the females in her group. Her nose maintained its size but was not flat, and her brow was not frowning. Her hair, however, was reddish like that of everyone else, and her complexion was fair and freckled, with chubby cheeks. Without a doubt she possessed a very special air. Like all the females in the band she had a robust body, voluminous breasts and a bulging belly that she habitually decorated with black pigments obtained from plants known only to her. However, what really made her feel special and different was her small, almost imperceptible chin, to her eyes very beautiful. None of the rest of her group had one.

After a short time the predators stopped arriving with food or gifts but with weapons, and began to hunt the band mercilessly to then sacrifice them in strange rituals. The defense strategies that had served them so well for millennia were of no use against these fierce new adversaries.

Of the 21 members that had comprised the group, only six remained alive – five old males of over 30 years of age and Ella, the only female, who was barely 12. Fear had forced them to flee to remote lands to escape the horror, and after much walking they had found a small cave in one of the walls of a dangerous gorge. They innocently thought they would be able to survive there and prolong their agony for a few more years, but three males of the small group were unable to survive wounds given to them by the predators and died, leaving only two old, sick males plus Ella.

Every morning just before sunrise while the two old males still slept, she silently ascended a steep path until she reached a little summit. At her side ran the threatening mouth of the ravine, but Ella was hardly intimidated; the spectacle of sunrise excited her, and she would remain there alone for a long time. Little by little she had begun to name the things around her by different sounds, in such a way that ‘gur’ was heaven, ‘lar’ meant earth, ‘hor’ meant trees; and she proceeded in this manner with animals and many other things. The three lived calmly and in apparent safety, and thus began to forget about the existence of the bloodthirsty predators.

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In a small valley beyond the mountains, a community of just over 80 individuals inhabited caves protected by sharp crags. Dressed in gaudy furs from skinned animals, the males leaped and circled the leader of the group. Like the others, the leader was tall and thin and possessed a fair complexion, rounded skull, long dark hair, and pointed nose. With astonishing agility he flexed and extended his muscular body following the rhythm indicated by the screams of the other males. In his right hand he grasped a long wooden spear with a charred end, and in his left a sharp arrowhead. At his feet like a precious trophy lay a magnificent specimen of mammoth. El, his son of about 14 years old, shared in the honors of the hunt. Everyone’s joy shone through as they knew that that night they would eat their fill and would be able to save enough food to face the harsh winter. A few feet away the docile females observed the ritual in silence while the young that surrounded them jumped and screamed ceaselessly, although always under the watchful eye of the females, who kept them away from the group of males. Everyone shared one thing in common – a pronounced, well-defined chin.

Suddenly the chief raised his voice and the whole group fell silent. The predators lived under the power and control of the males, and everyone accepted the dominance of the leaders, a hierarchy vital for the survival of the group. While the females were relegated to secondary tasks and dedicated themselves to caring for the young and gathering fruit, the males liked to hunt, travel and discover new territories, but above all to find new objects they could use as tools. They only had one desire – to seize the advances that other tribes possessed, whether ornaments, tools, or any other item that could be useful for the group. On many of their journeys they encountered other groups of predators, and if they could not acquire their tools peacefully they did so by force. The booty for the victor was plentiful; augmented technological capabilities were conducive to group growth, and that itself was more important than mere individual survival. Time and again El heard his father explain that survival was important, but it was much more important to obtain new technology, since only then could they dominate all other rival tribes.

In recent years their tribe had been successful in finding new tools, and as they integrated and improved upon them they became a much larger and above all more destructive group. This characteristic began to manifest itself in a ritual they had incorporated after having discovered it on one of their exploratory journeys. The cruel ritual consisted of hunts organized for the initiation of young people when they reached 10 years of age, and the objects of the hunts were the chinless, the name they called those like Ella. On many occasions the chief’s young son had shown a reticence to comply with the rules of the group, even going so far as to refuse to participate in the bloody hunts. Little by little the boy had begun realizing that the great destructive power of his tribe was based on the sacrifice of the individuality of each of its members. From a very young age they were taught that they had an obligation to interact with other groups, whether peacefully or aggressively. El was not in absolute agreement with the ideas of his father and his tribe, yet he could not refuse to participate, as every other male did, in the journeys they undertook seeking new tools.

Winter had passed and the moment had come to start a new journey. That day 12 males, including El and his father, undertook a journey to the distant lands where the sun emerged each morning. They traversed long distances with little luck, and after three months the chief decided to return to the settlement. The trip had been very unproductive; they carried nearly no new tools and had lost five males fighting rival groups. Tired, hungry and badly injured, they approached the dangerous cliff that marked the limit of their domain. The chief did not want to take any more risks, remembering how on one occasion or another after similar trips one of his own had rashly plunged into the void due to carelessness and fatigue. He ordered a stop upon reaching a summit that seemed safe and where there was a cave flanked by a dangerous and deep gorge.

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Just like every morning, Ella climbed the steep path to the little hill while the old males still slept. Upon reaching the top she realized that a group of predators had spent the night inside the cave. El, who was sitting guarding the entrance, turned his head towards the gorge and saw the silhouette and the red hair of the young female illuminated by the orange sun just peeking over the horizon. For an instant, they locked eyes. Slowly he rose to his feet and let the spear he was holding fall as a sign that he meant her no harm. Ella did not understand his gesture and spun around to quickly disappear over the gorge’s edge. El continued watching, but the intense glare of the sun blinded him. He jumped up and ran to the edge of the gorge, wanting to see her again, but Ella had disappeared. That morning he held his tongue when the male predators arose, and they resumed their march towards the settlement. The entire way he could not stop wondering about the female with hair like fire who had appeared amidst the rays of the sun.

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Many days passed during which Ella did not dare ascend the hill, although little by little she began to think that if nothing had happened, it was a sign to not fear the young predator, since they would all be dead if he had wanted. Unwittingly she began to think about the young male and remembered his height, his long brown hair, and especially the chin that protruded from his elongated face. Without giving it much thought she was composing the image in her imagination to make it hers little by little. From that moment on, when she went up the hill to contemplate the sunrise she no longer entertained herself by giving names to the things that surrounded her; now she passed the time thinking about El.

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Although several days and nights had passed since he had seen her, El could not get the image of the young female with reddish hair and chubby cheeks out of his mind. Not a single day went by in which he did not think of Ella. Over and over he asked himself what he could do to see her again. He was exceedingly intrigued by the small chin insinuated in her freckled face, a detail that disoriented him, and although he realized that she was very different from the females of his group, that made it impossible to stop wondering if she was also one of the chinless. But if she was not a chinless, what was she?

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That morning the activity in the valley was frenetic as they prepared for another great hunt. For a number of days they had seen a large herd of mammoths very close to the river. Whenever they had to hunt mammoths, the largest of beasts, excitement took hold of everyone, and while they treated it as a celebration they also knew that some of the males would not return. The day of the hunt, El decided the moment had come to return to the gorge again, hoping with all of his might to see her once more. The confusion and turmoil of the moment would allow him to slip away, but he was aware that as quickly as they realized that he was not back with the group, his father would organize an expedition to go in search of him and would move heaven and earth until he found him, because the very idea of losing his son would drive him crazy. He thought that in that case he would explain that during the hunt he had suffered a fall, leaving him prostrate and unconscious. Then he would say that although he did not know how much time had passed, he had tried to return as soon as he had awakened, but disorientation had mistakenly led him astray, forcing him to walk aimlessly until encountering the way back to the settlement. He knew he would have to wound himself convincingly enough so that his father would not suspect him; for this it would be necessary to use a sharp stone to administer a deep cut. If only he could see the young female again, he was ready to suffer anything. It was a sensation he did not recognize, a sensation which disoriented him; he had never felt anything comparable.

Just as he had planned, in the midst of the hunt he took advantage of a moment of great confusion to drop down a slope and conceal himself under some bushes. He waited until all of the males were well away before heading off in the opposite direction. After two days he reached the small summit of the gorge and went to the entrance of the cave from which he had seen her the first time, to remain until she appeared. The morning of the fifth day, when little hope remained, he finally saw her silhouette appear bathed in the rays of the sun.

When Ella saw him she was startled and remained immobile, perhaps wondering how to escape, but he made a gesture to her with his hand and gave the hint of a smile. Cautiously they drew closer until they were within a few feet of each other, and sat on the stones nearly at the same time, whereupon all of a sudden El began to speak, expressing things that Ella did not understand. At that she interrupted him and, signaling to the sky, said ‘gur’ and then, gathering a handful of earth, said ‘lar.’ El fell silent and waited until the young female extended her right arm again and pointed to the trees. ‘Hor,’ she said, and repeated the entire ritual, hoping the young male would understand. On the fourth time El succeeded in repeating the sounds while pointing to the sky, earth and trees, at which Ella looked him in the eye and returned his smile. They spent hours trading meaningful sounds and learning from each other, and neither seemed to want to leave until suddenly Ella rose to her feet, turned around, and returned to the cave. Before she left El looked at her and made some signs that meant that he would return, and said something that Ella did not understand although in some way she interpreted it and was sure that she would see him again very soon.

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On the way to the settlement he began to formulate what to say had happened to him. He picked up a sharp stone and made a head wound large enough to leave a scar that offered no doubt, for his father was very astute and El knew he would be suspicious. One day at twilight he came across the expedition; they had been looking for him for five days and had begun to think he had been eaten by the Smilodon. When his father saw him, he sprung upon El and embraced him forcefully against his chest. No one suspected anything and everyone showed their joy, not least of all El, who knew that he would see her again very soon.

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After two weeks the wait had become unbearable, and he decided it was time to see her again. The excuse on this occasion would be a hunt for the young males, since this type of event was frequently undertaken and surely his father would offer no objections. And so it was, but this time El’s father assigned him three companions so as to prevent any accident from occurring again. Before these companions departed, he gathered them together and gave them instructions to never leave his son alone, and that come what may, they had to be back on the sixth day. After two days and in the middle of the hunt for a herd of aurochs, El took advantage of the chaos to rid himself of the surveillance of the three companions. He clumsily let himself fall down the mountainside until a huge rock broke his fall; he had achieved his objective, but the impact had rendered him confused and bruised. Arising as well as he could, El slowly embarked upon his march towards the summit of the young female. He arrived at dawn of the third day, just before sunrise, and decided to lie down against the walls of the cave entrance to wait for her to appear with the rays of the sun.

That morning when she reached the top Ella was startled to see him lying on the ground completely motionless. The blow had left his ribcage area very sore, and although nothing seemed to be broken, the pain was so bad it was difficult to breathe. She approached with her arm extended, and El accepted the hand she held out to him. They did not know that a few yards up the hill, hidden in the thick undergrowth, the three young males were observing them, looking on in amazement and disgust as he caressed her and she laid her head on his shoulder. Stealthily they crawled back out of sight, rose, and began the return journey to the tribal settlement.

Meanwhile, Ella helped him up and El, leaning on her right shoulder, went into the cave where the group of predators had spent the night weeks before. Upon entering she helped him lie on the ground and immediately went out to check that there was no danger in the vicinity. After a few seconds she went back inside and approached El, observing that his forehead was drenched in sweat. Utilizing the antelope skin she used as a covering she began to dry the perspiration. The young male opened his eyes and could see her leaning over him, wringing out her skirt with clumsy movements, not realizing that she was showing him all of her most private and sexual parts. He noticed a strange sensation running through his entire body and with each movement of the hips of the young female, his excitement increased. Ella noticed this but did not stop drying the sweat from his face and chest. For a brief instant neither of the two knew what to do next although both knew what they wanted to do. Without knowing how, their naked bodies met and for the first time in her life, Ella hoped that the penetration would not be rapid and with the customary brutality of males; she wanted El to continue caressing and kissing her over and over again, and never stop. The boy felt a strong pressure inside him that instinctively prompted him to penetrate her, but he also held back because what he most wanted was to prolong the moment as long as possible and for her to be the one to ask him, to beg him, to penetrate her. Then she looked into his eyes and, exactly as he had been hoping for, invited him with her gaze, immediately afterwards feeling inside of her all the strength of the young male. For the first time in her short life Ella felt that she was not mating, but making love. His slow, deep movements along with the sweat from their naked bodies brought them to an immense and endless climax, which finally gave way to a sharp, shared cry that seemed to last an eternity. Ella somehow knew in that exact instant that she had just become pregnant.

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Several months had passed since their arrival in the lands to the far south. They were two young adults of 16 and 14 years old, oblivious to everything happening around them, who had never minded abandoning their respective groups because all that they wanted was to give each other love. Being the chief’s son, El had been assured of power but had never agreed with the norms and customs of the predators, and his father had always been conscious of his son’s rebelliousness. Ella had also felt different since birth, thus neither one was willing to renounce the possibility of living together. During that first year Ella learned to caress and to smile, and above all she encountered a sensation that she did not know how to define, which was that of feeling loved. El spent hours observing her, feeling immense pleasure just watching her as she slept, ate or with great skill skinned, gutted and picked clean the bones of the animals they hunted together. Although he also did not know how to express what he felt, he loved her, and she demonstrated that she realized this at every moment. No roles were assigned between them, meaning that hunting, foraging and protecting the cave became shared tasks. It was very cold and the snow had not yet begun to melt, but she knew that the warm light of summer would help her with the arrival of the little one she carried in her womb.

At the beginning of the summer she gave birth to a handsome young male with dark hair, fair complexion and a small nose. The differences from the males of her species were apparent in the perfect jaw and the beautiful, well-defined chin. He would be a tall male, though possibly not taller than his father, a fact that did not matter in the least to El. While Ella looked over her little one’s body to check for any imperfections, El kissed him and thought that very soon he would teach his little one to run, jump, name objects; to listen, laugh, cry; and above all, to love. In that small cave in the temperate southern lands, the future was born – the son of a Neanderthal, the so-called chinless, and of a Homo sapiens, the predators.

What they did not know was that ever since they had made the long journey south, El’s father had never ceased looking for them. He had never trusted his son, and their continuous arguments as well as the lies about the false hunts had taken a toll on his heart, in which he now harbored only rancor. He had known something dangerous was happening and that he had the obligation, for the good of the group, to uncover his son’s schemes. For this reason he had instructed the three young males to accompany El on the hunt on which he had disappeared.

When they had returned after the six days the chief had been waiting for them, flanked by two young males while the females silently and attentively waited outside the cave. The three males, fearful of the fury of their chief, did not know how to explain what had happened. When they finished their story the face of the chief showed no suffering. On the contrary, hatred was drawn on his features and his tightly clenched jaw gave him a menacing visage. The females fidgeted uneasily and the young males guarding the chief’s back remained motionless and silent, nervously awaiting his orders and fearing his reaction.

The next morning the chief designated six other young males to set out in search of his son. It was clear that the only traces they would have to follow would be where the chinless female had lived, thus they searched the vicinity of the hill where they had been seen before their escape until they came across the cave hidden at the edge of the gorge. They entered and savagely killed the two old men, then searched each and every corner, finding nothing but some old animal skin coverings of the female which they carefully secured and brought with them, knowing that as long as they held her scent they would be useful to them. They then continued the expedition, not being permitted to return to the settlement without the chief’s son.

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Six winters had passed since Ella and El had decided to depart for the warm southern lands, and that summer their little one would complete his fifth year. They were very happy to note that bit by bit the little one had been learning during his childhood; first sounds, then words, until not even a year ago he had become capable of speaking quite well. Although she could not speak like them, Ella understood them and made herself understood with sounds and gestures. One morning the three went hunting. Ella led the way because her powerful olfactory ability enabled her to detect the scent of animals from long distances. The little one followed her; he was learning to trace tread marks, footprints, broken branches, excrement and anything else that could be of importance in detecting the presence of an animal. El completed the group, always attentive of the steps of his little one. The young boy imitated his mother by making gestures with his nose, although he still could not interpret the smells like her, and with his tiny thin hands caught the pieces of branches that his father dropped after having examined them carefully. The parents laughed watching their little explorer imitate what they did. They were sure that very soon he would be ready to find sustenance on his own.

Upon reaching a small open field, El extracted the fleshless jawbone of a boar from the leather sack on his back. Requesting a long sharp bone from Ella he made a cut in the palm of his hand. Next he let a few drops of his blood fall on the bone, threw it on the ground, and covered it with some earth so the blood would not dry. El then turned to his little one and motioned for him to maintain silence. The lure worked and that night they ate fresh meat.

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All of a sudden one of the six male predators of the expedition in search of the chief’s son paused; the others followed suit. A half-buried jaw in the middle of a terrace was not out of the ordinary, but if it contained traces of fresh blood, that would be an unmistakable clue. The others approached and observed. It was the work of El, they were sure. That was the lure the adults of the settlement had taught the young males since they were little – the lure of the predators. Fresh blood meant they must be close. They would rest and the next morning search the area until they found them.

The next day when they reached the edge of the cliff, the six male predators contemplated the small cave and the white sand beach with crystal clear waters. After six years of searching they sensed that they had finally found their prey, and began planning the hunt. In spite of the time that had elapsed, they did not forget the precise instructions of the chief – “If my son has possessed the chinless female, bring him to me, and let the female die with her young, but not at the hands of one of our own; let her be a feast for the Smilodon.”

They spent several days searching for traces of the Smilodon, very few of which still remained alive. At last they found droppings and knew they were not far, perhaps less than a day away. They planned out how to lure them to the cave and when they found them, they ushered them to the cliff. They knew that once they were there it would be very easy for the Smilodon to detect the scent of the chinless female and her offspring.

That morning they had decided that El would hunt alone and that Ella and the little one would remain in the white sand cove collecting crustaceans. After several hours Ella gestured to the little boy for them to return to the cave to store the crustaceans they had collected. Not long after they reached the interior of the cave, Ella detected the scent of the Smilodon. She grabbed her son and pulled him roughly behind her, shielding him with her robust body, then gripped the spear firmly and waited. Ella was afraid for her stupefied little one, and could perceive his deep and ragged breathing. She had her gaze fixed on the cave entrance, and thanks to her angular vision could also see what her son was doing. The son, still and silent, held tightly to the cave bear femur flute that his mother had made for him very recently, and awaited her orders.

Ella was only 19 years old and from an extremely young age had always been very conscious of the agonizing emotion of being afraid. Instinct, developed by those of her species over millennia, allowed her to know with certainty that death was circling them and although fear gripped her, the only thing she could do for her little one was to fight to the end. Bitterly, she sensed that her own time and that of her beloved was running out and that the moments remaining would only worsen the suffering. She did not know how the Smilodon had found the cave, but the breeze carried their scent – that of death.

She put out the fire and huddled with her boy in a shadowy corner of the cave from where she could see the luminosity of the day entering faintly through the opening. Suddenly the three Smilodon appeared. Due to the narrowness of the cave, the three beasts entered one by one following the leader, who perished when Ella stabbed him with the rudimentary spear. It was all she could do; the other two pounced on her and her little one, attacking them fiercely and mercilessly.

From the top of the cliff, the six male predators heard the cries of pain from Ella and her little one without flinching, then turned and concealed themselves to await the arrival of the wayward young male. At last the expedition was at its end and they would return to the settlement with their mission accomplished.

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Upon reaching the crag, El was thinking of all the happy moments he had spent with Ella. The first caresses, the first kiss, and the first time they had made love in that cave on the summit. Ella had never kissed nor been kissed before that, much less made love. That day in that little cave in the lands of the north he had known that he would never leave her, and that they would always live together. But again he had been wrong. The boar hunt had carried him extremely far away, but he could not have imagined that Ella and her little son would be savagely devoured while he was hunting. His pain would only subside in death, yet although he yearned to depart his life with all of his might, he could not do it; the six predators transported him tightly bound back to the settlement. During the long weeks of the trip not a single instant passed for El without the image of his little one and Ella playing in the white sand in the same place where the predators of his father, in order to attract the Smilodon, had left the bloody jawbone El had prepared.

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Aged and with a tired aspect after six long years of waiting, his father addressed the males of the group. El no longer listened; he knew that this was the moment of the group and not of the individual. After the long discourse his father then addressed him, asking if he would like to speak. El did not answer; he merely opened his hand and displayed the cave bear femur flute that Ella had made for her little one very recently and that El had managed to bring, hidden among the few pieces of furs that his captors had permitted him to use so that he did not perish from cold during the journey. His father approached, glaring at him with contempt, grabbed the bone, and threw it angrily out of the cave.

The next day three young males led him to the edge of the cliff. He smiled when he remembered the moment his little one had said his first word and Ella, hearing him, could not stop crying with joy. “Goodbye my love” were his last words as he fell into the void.