DragonTribes #2: ForestTribe

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Dad held Dyvahn close, so the young boy wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

"Jules," Dad called Mom by his nickname for her, "stay close. I think the entire tribe is here."

Mom nodded and took Dad's hand into her own. He kissed her fingers then continued with the herd of people.

"Brice!" One of Dad's friends called from the crowd.

A man shouldered through to them and nodded at Dad, "Do you know why everyone is here?"
Dyvahn's father nodded, but his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, "The chieftain summoned us; I believe."

The man walked alongside Mom and Dad as they let the flow of the crowd move them forward, "But why?"

Dad shook his head, "That I'm not sure."

Luckily, they walked along the outside of the crowd, so the young boy could satisfy his boredom with curiosity instead of staring at people's legs. Dyvahn looked around at the huts of the other GrasslandTribe people. They were smaller than his house, and partially made of wood. He was able to glance inside some of them as people opened their doors, and they didn't appear as tidy as his house.

"You alright, Dyvy?" Mom asked her three year old son.

Dyvy looked up to her rosy cheeks with a smile and nodded. Suddenly, they halted. Many people filed in behind them, standing on their toes in an attempt to peer over the crowd.

Dyvahn held his arms out to Dad to be lifted up, "Please!"

Dad grinned and lifted Dyvahn up onto his shoulders. The boy raised to fists into the air triumphantly; he could see over the crowd unlike most people around him.

"What do you see?" Dad asked him.

Dyvahn held a hand over his eyes and squinted, "There's a man waaay in the front with some red painting on him-- Dad, how silly of him to paint himself!"

Dad chuckled, "That's Chieftain painting."

"What does he look like Dyvy, old?" Mom questioned the boy.

"He's very tall. Many of the people's chins reach his stomach... but he doesn't look old."

"He's probably standing on something." Dad explained.

Mom tugged at Dad's shirt and spoke quietly, "It's Rei."

Dad nodded discreetly and removed Dyvahn from his shoulders.

"Dad! I want to see!" Dyvahn objected.

Brice shook his head, "It hurts my shoulders. Don't worry, you'll still be able to hear him."

Dyvahn raised his brow, but didn't question his father. He knew Dad was lying, but he wasn't sure why.

"I know this was a sudden assembly," a strong voice called out, many whispers spread about the crowd; the speaker continued, "My father, former Chieftain, has died this morning."

Speech erupted among the crowd. Mom gasped and Dyvahn huddled closer to Dad, confused and nervous.

"So soon? He seemed to just fall ill this week!" Mom murmured.

Dad nodded, "I don't like the future this young Chief has in stock for us."

"He seems different; no doubt about that." Dad's friend adds.

"My people, do not worry!" The voice booms over the crowd, hushing everyone. Rei continues, "I want to tell you a story..." he clears his throat, "Long ago-as we all know- The Great One created us and our dragons on this earth. We first lived together in one large tribe, a diverse unequal one. It lasted only a short while, before others began to exaggerate and intensify their differences. The Water People became arrogant. The People of the Sands became secretive and deceitful. The NightTribe used their abilities to hide from us instead of fix our errors! The ForestTribe never once tried to end the war! The FireTribe took action; we tried to speak wisdom to the DayTribe, but everyone saw this as a time for war and bloodshed!"

Dyvahn gasped and glanced at Dad. He stood straight face, almost confused.

"My people! The Great One died because of this action, and she still suffers; look at the despair in her eyes!" Everyone turned and looked at the rising moons, "We must take action since no one else will; they hide in their huts! We must conquer them and teach them our wisdom! The Great One wants us reunited!"

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