The Invisible Whisper
The Scouts

The valley looked beautiful these days, with water flowing down to the bottom. The reeds along the river swayed in the wind, while the sunlight shone on the earth.

In the distance stands Iriana, a massive volcano, which erupted hundreds of years ago and became the base of nutrient-rich soil in the region. The valley had a very bad appearance at the time. Blackened time, with here and there the remains of trees that were once charred.

If the region was inhabited at the time, then the last eruption would mean the end of the civilization. His ashes are now the foundation of our tribal civilization.

The knowledge recounts a long and exhausting journey through vast grassy plains, foul-smelling swamps, and sharp rocks, which became the refuge of large predators. Bears, snakes, and giant birds are destroying lives during the course of months or even years as the ancestors explore this land to build new homes.

It is not clear how long our tribe wandered before camping at the foot of the mountains which had only one long narrow road leading to it. Of the two scouts sent, only one returned. However, at his suggestion, the tribe's citizens moved to the mountains.

Along the narrow path, they began the climb which took several days. The mountain has a cruel and gloomy air, the gloom is growing every hour during the ascent.

On the left side of the road, there is a steep stone wall. On the right was a ravine that was getting deeper and more ferocious as they climbed. The gorge is filled with sharp protrusions ready to devour anyone who missteps. The teeth of the abyss know what to do to the fallen person.

After a few days' journey through this gap of hell, came the last part of this seemingly endless journey. The narrow path was opened and as if an earth God, had swept through all obstacles with just a single movement of his hand.

Barren rock plains, vast highlands with few rocks. The first sight of the summit is not a good sign. The inhumane climb only leads to this dead desert. That must have been the first thought of the climbers who had reached the summit.

The remaining scouts walked to the edge of the stone abyss. There he stopped, turned back, and stepped back. He didn't fall, he just stood there floating in the air.

On previous trips, scouts have found some signs that the area was once inhabited. The most obvious are the remains of steps carved on the slopes of the mountain. Especially in the upper regions, some of them are still untouched.

Far above this plateau was a stone formation that must have been made by human hands. Perhaps as a tribute to the gods who were apparently unhappy with the behavior of his devotees and eventually drove them out.

The oasis below was irrigated by a stream that flowed from the mountains to the east and down through the valley. The widening stream of rivers swirled between the mountains towards the huge volcano.

Since their arrival in this plateau, our tribe called this plain home. Due to their very strategic location, they chose not to settle in the valley, but rather far above the oasis. The region is still unknown and the fear of foreign enemies is still great.

But this area is very suitable for our tribe. The valley is the mother, she is the one who meets the physical needs. The mountain is the father, the strength, and the protector. Together they form a perfect balance, both in the physical and spiritual worlds.

Early generations did not make contact with people who might have lived in the surrounding area for fear of a new escalation. But curiosity often overcomes fear.

For a long time, these journeys brought nothing but death, and few people were willing to take part. This dangerous expedition only seemed to waste lives.

But they finally came back with good news. They were a group that had been traveling for weeks. They came back very thin and tired and told the tribe members that the settlement had been found about thirty days of travel downstream.