-This chapter will be focusing on the 3 tribe founders. Kinpir, Daniel and Fargret. Anytime the chapter will be based off of the past, it will reflect on future chapters. Future chapters may experience something similar or opposite from this chapter. Once it is done and it reveals what happened to the 3 and why they chosen to be the spectator tribes. That was a long introduction, now let's get to the main story. Shall we?
The beginning was rough. None of the founders knew what to do in order to find what fits them.
At first, none of them had a clue what was going on. They had different personalities, different looks, different music, and different sounds.
"Hello. Who are you?" Fargret was the first to ask.
"I am Kinpir. Who shall you be?" Kinpir stared at Fargret.
"My name is Fargret. I never seen anything like you before." She glanced at his trumpet.
"Yes well, this is my... thing that I keep with me all the time." He looked at the third troll. "And who are you?"
"Who? Me? I am Daniel." He scratched his neck.
"That's odd. What is that on your neck?" They both asked.
"What thing? I have no clue what you're talking about." He tried to get a view of his neck. But it just didn't workout right.
"There's a square on you. And a circle! A weird, black and green, circle."
"Don't forget the glowing squares."
"Yes, and that too."
"Well, whatever it is don't mess with it." Daniel turned to the right. "I don't want anything important to come off."
"Okay then. So what do we do about homes?" Kinpir looked at them.
"Homes? I never had a home before."
"Neither have I"
"How about we all settle our spots." He started drawing something in the sand. "Me and the trolls like me will settle in the mountains."
"I'll settle in the caverns. And of course, the trolls like me will be there too." Fargret pointed at the caverns.
"And I'll be in the treetops then." Daniel pointed at the trees.
"Why the caverns? Out of all places, you chosen the caverns."
"What? You have a problem with that? Tryna be all punk or somethin'?" Fargret glared at Kinpir.
"All I'm saying is that the caverns are dark, and gross. Why would you be there."
"Atleast I don't want to be the higher superior to the others. Being on the mountains" Fargret coughed.
"You are the one talking!?"
"Guys! Can you not fight! We still need to figure out our names of our groups!" Daniel gotten between them.
"He started it!"
"No she did!"
"ENOUGH!" Daniel slapped the back of their heads. "Apologize to each other."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm also sorry."
"Good. Now we're going to avoid what just happened. Kinpir, what are you going to call your group?"
"Well, we're very lively, and these things are on our necks. Soul... Soul tribe is going to be the name, and we are going to be the Soul trolls."
"Okay then, what about you Fargret?"
"R&B tribe is our game. And R&B trolls is the name." Fargret grinned.
"Well then, we'll be the Cosmic Funk tribe. Home to the Cosmic Funk trolls. Since I decided to call it Cosmic Funk... the nickname is C.F." Daniel changed into a different shade of Green.
"Woah, did you just change colors?" Kinpir looked amazed.
"I guess I did." He then started to use his synthesizer.
"I wonder what I can do!" Fargret started to stomp her feet. The ground started to make drum noises. "Cool! Can I do the same with my mouth?" She started to get a rhythm going. "Yep!"
Kinpir blew into the mouthpiece of the trumpet. "And this can make noises! I think I'll call it... a trumpet!"
"I would've called it a blow horn."
"Same here."
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