Tribes

2. Death to those that loved

I wake up with the sunlight on my face. I can hear the cherping of the birds outside. I walk over to Johns bed across the room and wake him up.

Our room is filled with drawings of dragons my brother and I drew. We collected the ink from eggs and mixed coal to transform the ink colour into black. We used anything we could find to draw on. Leaves, bark, stones even animal skin. My brother and I would spend hours out in the sun drawing dragons.

Our beds were also on seprate sides of the room. Each covered in animal skin. Mine was the fur of a tiger and Johns of a wolf. In the middle of our beds was a table father had made. And on top was a candle that bought light into our room.

On the corners of the room, mother made racks to put our clothes onto. Father also made us a chest of draws each to store our clothes and shoes.

"Wake up John." I say shaking him.

"I don't want to get up." He replys.

"But the sun is up."

John sits up and wipes his face. I chuckle. 

"Whats is it?" He asks getting anoyed.

"You look funny when you wake up." I reply.

Johns hair is on end and his face is covered in pillow marks from him sleeping funny. 

My laughter gets interupted by loud knocking on our door. Mother walks in.

"Good moring my darlings." She says and comes to give me a big bear hug.

"How are you two this morning?" She asks while kissing John on his cheek. He quickly wipes it off.

"Fine thank you mother." I reply. She walks over to the door.

"Thats good. Breakfast is ready for you two." She says. "Get dressed and come down for your food."

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John and I race down the stairs that father had made and built inside the tree trunk. John almost slips and falls down the stairs but just misses. When run down the stairs like cheetahs chasing deer.

We reach the bottom floor and father and mother are waiting for us with breakfst already on the table.

"Good morning boys." Says father I go shake his hand. Before us is a mixure of wheat mother has collected and turned into oats and milk I had collected from our goat. John and mother had also prepared bread for the whole family the day before. I rip the bread open and smell it.

The smell fills my nose and the warmth of the bread touches my nostrils. I pour some goats milk over my oats and apply some butter and cheese my father makes from our goat.

After breakfast John and I clear the table and wash the dishes in a hole in the ground outside. It takes us about two hours because we have to climb all the way back up to our home and deliever the dishes to mother.

Father waves us goodbye as he sets off to go hunting. Today is a Saturday and mother is going to teach us about the Dragons and Pixies and Serpants after lunch. So she wants us here with her.

For most of the morning John and I help mother out with picking herbs and fruits in her secret spot. We return home in no time at all and prepare lunch.

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I nibble on my chicken leg.

"Mother." I ask. "Can you tell us the story of the three lords."

"Yes, that story is one you must hear about." She says taking a sip of water. 

John starts licking his empty bowl.

"It all started a hundred years ago, there where 3 tribes like there are today. But instead of a tribe leader, they were ruled by the lords. Each tribe was located in differnet parts of the earth. Serpant tribe lived on the sea and small tropical islands. The lord that ruled that tribe was a serpant called Zawreds. Zawreds was very famous for his blue scales and he would sink pirates ships that wished to kill his people.

Pixie tribe lived in the air on the clouds, this tribe was ruled by a Pixie name Kiwiki. Kiwiki was the most beautiful girl and had magical powers. The funny thing about pixies is that they are not small like a pixie would be, they are normal like us.

And the dragon tribe lived on land in mountains and caves. This tribe was ruled by a red dragon Called Zyerac, who as famous for breathing the most fire anyone had ever seen." Said Mother.

"What happened next?" John asked.

"Well every 100 years or so, there is a dark force that rises from under the earth. A great threat to the three tribes and their leaders."

"Tell us more." I say.

"Usally when this darkness raises each tribe will choose one warrior to lead an army to destroy this darkness thus winning and becoming rich beyond belief." Said mother cleaning up the table.

"Wow." I said. "That would be awesome."

"Not really." Said mother. "Everytime they fight people lose lives and their families become very sad and angry. So angry they forced the lords into hiding somewhere on earth."

"What? So the lords are still alive?" Asks John. Mother nods.

"Legend has it that this darkness is getting stronger now that the lords are hiding and they will be planning their next attack. Soon. So once again the lords will have to choose one special warrior from their tribe to lead the army." Says mother.