Their walk had been long, longer than memory. It was the only way of life that the tribe had ever known. Even the eldest grey-beard could not recall a time where things were different. To the grey-beards of their youth, the answers had been just as lacking, lost in a shifting morass of dead time.
They had walked from one corner of the world to the other and, as some of the tales said, beyond. On and on and on they walked. They followed the herds, taking game where it could be found. They walked along the shores, catching fish from the sea. They walked through thick forests and pulled fruits from the trees and roots from the soil. Few were the places that had not known the feet of the People.
It was said, in hushed tones, that they had once even walked the realms of the dead. The place where the sun never rose and the dark's killing grip never ended. Half the tribe had been lost in those times, it was whispered, and people performed dark deeds just to survive. Even that, though, was on the edge of memory.
As the winds slowly died, snows melt, and life sprung back into the world, the tribe gathered. They had wintered well along the shores of a nameless sea, but the area grew thin of food. That's the way it had always been for the tribe. Hunt, gather, move, in an endless cycle since the dawn of the world. It was simply time for the next step in the long walk to be taken.
But there were whispers saying the walk had finally come to an end.
"The land ends," a hunter said, claiming the attention of the tribe. "Beyond us, in the direction of the setting sun, it rises up and up, greater than any tree. There are no paths trodden in the ground and little food. To the north, the land is chocked with trees with the ground itself twisted like a garment ripped open and patched too many times. To go forward a single step means to take three up and then three down. To the south..."
His fears of that path went unsaid. There were no dangers of the world in that direction like the other two, but it was filled by other men. While that could mean good things, the tribe had learned that more often than not meant bad. Women taken in the middle of the night, men slaughtered, food stolen. They could also bring gifts, pretty shells, food, tools, flint, and other resources. Those outside the People were boon and bane both. The People had fled the from the tribes to the south, barely encountering them for fear of what they brought.
"Then what would you have us do?" a younger man asked. "High lands can be climbed, trackless land can be bushwhacked. One foot merely need be put in front of the other."
"And what would the cost be?" a mother asked. "You are young, spry. These new lands sound of challenge and that is the game of young men. What of the elders, of the children, and the women carrying children within? How are they to carry on? To 'merely put one foot in front of the other' would be to leave them all behind. It would again be the travel through the land of the dead. We have barely managed through the chocking forests around us. If we were forced to also traverse hills or mountains? Foolishness."
"I suspect your blood would be a lot less hot with no more women to keep you warm at night," a voice barked out from the back of the gathering. The young man reddened when the rest of the tribe started to laugh.
"Then how will we feed ourselves?" the young man snapped back. "I hunt, I fish. Women pick berries and fruits and roots. If we stay in any area too long they disappear. Do people not remember why we move on year-by-year? All of the lands we've passed, they're chocked with other tribes and resources scarce."
"I recall..." a voice whispered. The tribe turned silent, straining to hear the oldest of the elders speak. It was not often the honoured grandmother deigned to speak, but everyone knew she had seen all that was under the sky and carried much wisdom. "They say... they say we ran from the giants. Men, but more. People who had swallowed up fire until it made them burn in body and brain."
"It was not for food that we moved, honoured grandmother, but violence?" a young woman asked. "I thought it was because the spirits demanded we move. To stay still was to plant yourself against the way of the world. A tree has roots to keep it still while we have legs to make us move."
"I remember hearing of the fire," another elder concurred shortly. "But it was fires of the land, not of man. The spirits were angry with us, I do remember that. They destroyed everything, and so on we moved."
"We wander the world because it is ours," the hunter said. "It was given to us by the spirits. It is our job to see all of it, every inch. We were given feet to walk and eyes to see."
What tale remains of the People's Exodus?
[ ] Escaping Violence
[ ] Fleeing Disaster
[ ] Seeking Resources
[ ] Chasing Wanderlust
[ ] Pleasing Spirits
"Our origin is not what we shall decide at this gathering," the young man cut in again. "We're here to decide where we shall go. We are here, now; anything from before that doesn't matter. All we must determine is how best to please the spirits and acquire food. The people to the south struggle, their lands starting to overflow so that there is not enough along the trails of the walk."
The tribe bristled at the demand, at the impudent young man, but did not move to censure him. What meaning was in their past? It would have little bearing on their future. It was impossible for it to. That past had no future any more. The tribe could not move west, north was impossible, and the south was claimed by others, food already thinning for them. To tread the east was to flirt again with the realms of the dead.
"We still have some reserves of food," the mother said. "It would not be enough to see us through another death of the world, but it is still something. In this new time, we must try new techniques or reinvent the old. This will see us through that uncertainty."
"The shores, the trees, the beasts, and the ground. I can claim no expertise save in my own domain." The hunter nodded his head, "But we must hunt. Beasts provide clothing and meat and bone. There is nothing that we do not obtain from them. Tools to work and clothes to help us survive the cold. In this world, both are essential to prepare when the world dies."
"Vanity," the honoured grandmother snapped. "Hunting beasts has always been vanity. They are scarce, hard to predict, and the spirits of slain beasts quickly curse their meat after death. How many hunters perish when bringing down a great beast during lifetime of only one world? The fruits of trees and soil are how we truly feed ourselves. They stay, whether the world is living or dead."
"Has the tribe ever been fuller than when a skilled hunter brings down a great beast?" the hunter asked. "It is perhaps the only time we ever eat our fill. Meats fills and sustains more than roots and berries ever do. Raised on meat, we can run further and longer than those who scramble through the dirt for scraps of plants. The taste alone should tell you what you need know. The spirits intend for us to consume it, nothing else compares."
"Perhaps we should look to the shore," the mother said. "Fish have the benefits of being meat while plants also grow freely along it. Everyone needs to drink, further, and so do beasts. By staying in areas where all of them gather, we'll have many options to feed on."
"Have you tried to fish?" the young man asked. "Catching fish in hand is like trying to catch the wind. Spearing them... the world below the water is different than the world above it. To strike them is not to actually strike them. What happens when the world dies? Ice will cover the bays and force us to walk along it in order to find places thin enough to break through. Many a man has fallen and frozen to death trying to get a fish smaller than the limb of a single beast. No beasts will come to the waters when they are frozen. Plants choke and die every time the sun falls low and the world dies. This is especially true for water plants. The lack of earth in them renders them fragile."
"May I then speak the virtues of the trees?" the honoured grandmother asked. "A bush of berries will not rend a man limb from limb. Roots and other plants do not run from arrows and spears. They are there and it will be work to obtain them, but they are a certainty. Throughout every world, they remain a constant."
"Until the plants finally die," the young man replied cynically. "People preying on them kills them just as it does beasts."
The tribe was silent. Exploring each area came with risks and the one that they chose failing could mean the death of many. None of them wanted to be the voice to call for a solution that would kill many of their people. Simply being unlucky could lead to the death of many. Still, there was no other choice. The hunter did not err when he said the lands around them were impassible. That must simply be the way of life on the edge of the world.
Even if they could find a way beyond the hills and mountains, what would they find there? Already, the lands to the south were filling with tribes. They still wandered as did the People, but the lands were so crowded. The traditional long walks of the People lead them to finding more and more signs of habitation, hunting and foraging. Was it much longer before there would be nowhere left to walk in the world?
"There is another option," the young man replied hesitantly. "The tribes down south. They have started to solve the issue we now face. How could they live here in so many tribes and numbers if they do not? They have lived here through many world-deaths and rebirths. Longer than we. We can obtain food and supplies from them."
Silence stretched after that proclamation. The wording was ambiguous enough. The People knew that others outside their tribe were always both boon and bane. They brought pretty flowers, food, and tools, but they could also bring pain. Would they become such a thing? How does one respond to such a thought?
When bellies grow hungry... there's a lot that people will contemplate that they once swore they wouldn't. In the time where the world finally seemed small, it was time to simply stop and try something new.
Where do the People look to obtain food?
[ ] The Shore
[ ] The Land
[ ] The Beasts
[ ] Other Tribes