I was lead by four of the chief's servants. They took me to a armory with gold armor and ornamental gold spears. I chose a set of iron armor and a iron spear because even though they were rust they would be better than gold.
As I left the palace I saw hundreds of men putting on leather tunics and grabbing stone sythes. Everyone gathered at the front of the village to begin the 150 mile long walk to my old home. After the ninth day Chief Van Baston started to grow a little restless.
"You lied to me you idiot" he snapped. "I'll hang you from the gallows and make you a ennuch if you are lying"
"I promise you its only about 4 more day march" I said calmly
"You better be right or you'll be sorry" Van Baston said cooly. On the fourth day, as the sun began to set a colom of smoke was visible in the far off distance. By the end of the day we could see the huts and watchtower from are camp. That morning we began planning the attack. We concluded that we should divide the army in three and attack the front as a distraction so the others would attack either side.
The morning of the attack I saw the the fimliar men of my old town grabbing spears and sythes and marching to the gate. The two groups to be lead by me snuck around the side of the town. As the chief sounded his elk horn trumpet (the chief was leading the forward attack) I yelled "Charge" with a blood thirsty cry. My men tore down the walls and rushed in from both sides. Screams rose from the village as my men started feasting. As I ran in I saw Chief Vatugatha. I threw my spear down and charged. I held him down and started eating his round belly.
Between mouth fulls of flesh and blood I yelled "this is for my banishment you fat, pompous idiot." I grabbed his heart and yanked it out as he let out a blood cherning scream. I shoved the whole heart in my mouth and began to chew. The parts I couldn't eat I spat onto the chief's lifeless body. As I bent down to pick up my spear I saw my traitor of a wife in the distance and I thought that some revenge is in order. I sprinted to her and shoved my spear in her mouth killing her instantly. A loud cheer rose from the canables as the last man was killed an finished off. As I left the village I saw Chief Van Baston on the ground died with a spear in his back. We stayed in the town for two days more as the canables morned the lost of the beloved cheif and leader. We started back home with the canables in a somber mood.
When we arrived back at our village all of the people we left behind were gone along with all the food. We concluded it was the Gambonits from far off in the west of Africa. We would get are people back and the food, we will turn the seas red with Gambonese blood.
