Chapter 1 | A New Horizon
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"After the Silence, we were lost, alone and afraid. Yet from the darkness, the voice of Kedalup granted us guidance. Through Kedalup we are brought together." Chief Uotan, 289 Cycles after The Silence
The Ansharin Oasis | Dawn
The first rays of sunlight cascaded the earth with a brilliant radiance, the glorious morning peaking over the endless horizon of the Moodja Plains. The light reflected off of the dust covered soil, revealing the scattering dust particles through the air as the light touched them. They danced gracefully along the ground with the fresh, morning breeze. The flowers of the Moodja Bush bloomed beautifully, dotting the landscape with flecks of white and orange petals. In the distance, the Ansharin Oasis shimmered magnificently with a mirage of lights. The tribe's herd of Ngarlak graze by the water. The large beasts, resembling that of a strange hybrid between camel and a lizard, are a main source of transportation for carrying supplies back from the Moodja. The beasts live for many years and bare many children, before they are made use of for meat, bones and pelts at a ripe old age. Many other animals visit the Ansharin Oasis for a drink. Even though some are known to be dangerous predators, they are quite docile when near the Oasis. The elders attribute this strange shift in nature to be the will of Kedalup protecting their tribe.
In the large fire pit before the elders hut, smoke still rises from last nights fire. Even at dawn, members of the Ansharin are hard at work preparing the fire pit for a grand celebration. Today is the last sunrise of the dry season, which marks the end of another cycle. The Ansharin celebrate this turnover to a new cycle with great food, dance and music through the night. And this years celebration is of extra importance, as it marks the end of another century. A new horizon lies just ahead for the Ansharin people, and this new cycle marks the beginning of a great adventure.
Kwelek Djilyaro, "Kwenda"
Early Morning | The Moodja Plains
The sudden warmth that came with the first rays of dawn was a welcomed feeling by Kwenda. The young Ansharin scout had been picking the petals of a Moodja bush, hoping to please his friend Abigale back at the village. When crushed with some clay, red dust and a little bit of water the petals formed quite a lovely scented paint that the women of the tribe were quite fond of when they went out for the hunt. Staring up at the sun, Kwenda noticed that it would soon be time for the daily hunts to begin. Picking up his spear off of the floor, he tied the little makeshift basket of petals to the tip of the spear. Resting the shaft over his shoulder, Kwenda began his brisk walk back to the Ansharin Oasis. In the distance he saw a herd of Kwenda, the creature he was named by the Dream for, scurry like lightning across the plains. It was hard for most members of the tribe to make out the details of the Kwenda; they were just too fast. Kwenda would always remember their tiny, button like noses, sharp teeth and strangely large eyes. They had thing, wisp like whiskers and soft, pointed ears. They were curious little critters, and Kwenda often enjoyed playing with them these days. Ever since he had caught one, he'd had a strange affinity for them. It was as if they thought he was one of them.
The huts of the Ansharin tribe grew closer with every step, and seeing the preparations for the great feast of the new cycle excited Kwenda. Good food, dancing with friends and recalling tales of the last cycle. This was also the time where young Ansharin who have spent their childhoods training become recognised as hunters of the tribe. Kwenda remembers the last cycle when he stood and was lifted into manhood. He remembered all those eyes on him. It was an exhilarating feeling. His train of thought was cut off by a strange feeling on his toes. Looking down, he felt an odd, leathery substance below him. His first thought was that someone had dropped a piece of hide. But then he saw an odd little rectangle of leather. He picked it up, opening it into a large shape with many dirty pieces of thin, sheets of white. There were black markings that Kwenda could not read scrawled throughout the entire thing. Excited by his find, Kwenda dashed back to the Oasis to show the others.