Traveller
Description
The northern tribe. They were everything everyone feared; wild, ferocious, unpredictable, and they did not care who they tore apart. This was everything of the northern tribe the eatern forrest tribe had been told since the day they had been born.
Nevertheless, Jimin felt a tug on the inside of his chest. He wanted to see the world, not just the tribe he had grown up in. As much as he loved the ceremonies with the big fires and braiding the beads and feather into the young ones' hair. He needed more.
So one day he grabbed his hodded cape, which would cover the markings he had gotten. Then he ran. He ran through the forrest he knew so well. Out there were tribes he had never even dreamt of meeting; the nomads of the dessert, the citizens of big kingdoms, the water people of the rivers, and the infamous nothern tribe.
He could feel his heart pounding in his bare chest.
He was ready.
Foreword
The fire was crackling loudly.
Drums were being played with fast and hard movements as the fingers hit the skin on the drum.
A pan flute only just making it's presence known.
The flames danced, small particles dancing their way up towards the sky, to the stars.
Jimin looked up at the stars, listening to the singing voice of the women, telling stories with the language of music. The stories were of nature and wolves travling further than any human would ever go, of the spirits of nature.
Jimin looked at the tribe's young, who had yet to get their markings. Only a few years back had he gotten his own. The tribe elder held the ceremony where she spoke to the spirits to find his name and his call.
'Kha'al', traveller, was his name.
The spirits spoke of a future where he was destined to make difficult decisions that would affect all he held dear.
The tribe elder had with a needle, marked his olive skin with black lines traveling from his back up his neck and down his arms. With paint she had decorated his face, a line up his chin, one down his forehead, and two stretched over each of his cheeks.
Jimin loved his tribe but he wanted more. He was longing, he searched for more than this forrest. He was Kha'al after all.
The stories of the ferocious notherns did not frighten him.
Stories of people of the desert, rivers, and cities did not frighten him.
They only made his heart pound.
Jimin reached out towards the stars, he was ready to go
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