Teji's Journey
800 BCE
Teji felt as if he had been walking for years, although he knew it had been mere days since he and his people had been forced to leave their homes for good. And if things were to continue as they had done for the days since then, he doubted that they would be walking much longer.
Nobody knew where the invaders had come from. Dressed in cotton armour and wielding slings, bolas and clubs, they had attacked out of nowhere. Woefully unprepared for such a battle, Teji's people were soon slaughtered almost in their entirety. Teji was lucky. While the newcomers were raiding the village and battling with those who had chosen to protect it, Teji had gathered together as many people, livestock, seeds and food as he could and fled to the south. There, he hoped to lose the invaders in the craggy and mountainous terrain, and eventually find some new place, far far away, where they could recover and rebuild their civilization.
Or at least that was the plan. While Teji and his people had managed to evade the attackers, they now suffered from a far greater danger: starvation. Their food stocks were running low, and while this alpine landscape may have contained many things, food wasn't one of them. It was clear that if some miracle weren't to happen soon, then all his efforts, all that they had gone through, would be for nothing. Teji couldn't bear that thought.
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"Only a few more steps. Only a few more steps, and we'll be fine"
Teji's words were more for himself than his companions. No matter what he said, one thing was clear: they were dying. The last of their food had run out several days ago, and even if they were to slaughter the Llamas, it would only give them a few more painful days of existence, whilst at the same time getting rid of the main thing that lessened the burden of what they carried with them.
And yet they continued to climb nonetheless. More than likely, what they would see once they reached the top of this mountain would be the same as what they saw at the top of every other one: yet more empty tundra and mountains. But they couldn't give up, not for a second. Driven by some primal instinct, they continued with as much energy as the could muster, in the hope that somewhere, somehow, they would find their new home.
At last, they reached the top of this final mountain, and viewed what they saw with awe. For below them lay a vast and endless landscape, and ocean of green, interrupted here and there by vast twining rivers. It was like nothing they had ever seen before, not even in their lost homeland. As he beheld this sight, Teji fell to his knees.
"Thank the gods"
[Meta: This is a reworking of something I did on an alternate history game ages ago, based around the rise of a more advanced South American civilisation. Said civilisation was EXTREMELY unrealistic, but as it's its one year anniversary, I have decided to redo the concept into something hopefully plausible.]
Teji felt as if he had been walking for years, although he knew it had been mere days since he and his people had been forced to leave their homes for good. And if things were to continue as they had done for the days since then, he doubted that they would be walking much longer.
Nobody knew where the invaders had come from. Dressed in cotton armour and wielding slings, bolas and clubs, they had attacked out of nowhere. Woefully unprepared for such a battle, Teji's people were soon slaughtered almost in their entirety. Teji was lucky. While the newcomers were raiding the village and battling with those who had chosen to protect it, Teji had gathered together as many people, livestock, seeds and food as he could and fled to the south. There, he hoped to lose the invaders in the craggy and mountainous terrain, and eventually find some new place, far far away, where they could recover and rebuild their civilization.
Or at least that was the plan. While Teji and his people had managed to evade the attackers, they now suffered from a far greater danger: starvation. Their food stocks were running low, and while this alpine landscape may have contained many things, food wasn't one of them. It was clear that if some miracle weren't to happen soon, then all his efforts, all that they had gone through, would be for nothing. Teji couldn't bear that thought.
---
"Only a few more steps. Only a few more steps, and we'll be fine"
Teji's words were more for himself than his companions. No matter what he said, one thing was clear: they were dying. The last of their food had run out several days ago, and even if they were to slaughter the Llamas, it would only give them a few more painful days of existence, whilst at the same time getting rid of the main thing that lessened the burden of what they carried with them.
And yet they continued to climb nonetheless. More than likely, what they would see once they reached the top of this mountain would be the same as what they saw at the top of every other one: yet more empty tundra and mountains. But they couldn't give up, not for a second. Driven by some primal instinct, they continued with as much energy as the could muster, in the hope that somewhere, somehow, they would find their new home.
At last, they reached the top of this final mountain, and viewed what they saw with awe. For below them lay a vast and endless landscape, and ocean of green, interrupted here and there by vast twining rivers. It was like nothing they had ever seen before, not even in their lost homeland. As he beheld this sight, Teji fell to his knees.
"Thank the gods"
[Meta: This is a reworking of something I did on an alternate history game ages ago, based around the rise of a more advanced South American civilisation. Said civilisation was EXTREMELY unrealistic, but as it's its one year anniversary, I have decided to redo the concept into something hopefully plausible.]