6 Prophecy

As the tribe of 17 became ready to leave, a grand step had to be taken for the sake of not getting lost in a continent they know nothing about.

They don't have any maps and it would barely make any difference if they had one, because what landmark can be used here to determine an estimated location if not a pin pointed one?

Maps drawn on animal leather are barely descriptive, the only concept commonly was describing point A and B, along with how many moons it would take to reach it.

While on this continent, there wasn't a road to follow or large green mountains to use as a base navigation. No, there just was snow and more snow.

However, to handle this mapping situation, this tribe had a technology that no one else in this continent had, well at least they think no one else has it.

Fashima, she was the second youngest here and is considered a prodigy in terms of memorisation.

She could remember everything to the last detail, every second of every day since she was born.

Some would consider this magic, some would consider Fashima as the smartest woman on earth but we can call this a skill that was born with her.

She has no control over this great mental ability, has no clue how to shut it down and in this case it would be dumb if she wanted to.

Thanks to her, the tribe knows where they were at the utmost accuracy if they walked a specific piece of land at least once!

In this case, the lack of proper landmarks didn't prove as a big problem, she just had to look around for a bit and the memory would permanently sink in her brain.

Zabal exclusively ordered this fine lady to memorize the area, in this frozen hell, she was the only bit of navigation this tribe had.

With the burden of navigation lifted off his shoulders, Zabal couldn't help thinking about more perplexing thoughts, motives of which now can be categorized as theories rather than facts.

This entire tribe traveled for 300 years under the sea floor just to be led wrong, their motive was what Zabal described as the word of god himself.

To of which the grand master couldn't help objecting it now, thinking. "Why did Shalatik lie to me? I just wanted to lead my tribe to a better place."

He dared to utter that out loud, that was a heavy risk as these people were catastrophically demotivated already.

Alkin moved closer to him and expressed. "At least we're alive... I won't get my youth back but we can't do anything about that anymore."

Continuing the talk about this slowly degrading prophecy, master Quabin asked after over hearing them. "You said that a god spoke to you, I fear you might have been tricked by the devil."

Puncturing doubt with the aid of fear, Zabal reminded the main rule in this religion. "Don't say that! Shalatik could torture us all, it's already hard to survive without a god's wrath."

Getting the courage to speak about what everyone else had in their mind but couldn't dare to say, Quabin contradicted. "Shalatik led us to a place worse than home, I don't see no haven here and we will all die because of those weird white humans."

And Alkin encouraged that thought by adding, "Calidus might punish us more, we left that religion only to fail here."

Unwilling to agree with them since he heard the sky itself talk and thunder once he called the claim a sham in the very beginning, Zabal cited. "Have faith my brothers and sisters, the haven has to be here, we just have to look for it!"

Hating to see his own stray afar from religion, the grand master further encouraged. "Shalatik specifically pointed out which way we should dig to find the haven, so this can't be a lie. The haven has to be close, it has to be!"

As for god Calidus, for most of this race it would be a horrible idea to abandon that religion.

Calidus in the home continent was known for being the father of lava, gifter of magic and maker of all volcanoes.

The word has been passed down through generations that Calidus descended from the heavens, created 20 sons and daughters with a simple command and then went back to heaven.

The very root of the Calidum Lutum race is said to originate from there, it's heavy history but yet it was only passed down by word through generations, at that time no one thought to write on animal leather about it.

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Having travelled nearly 300 meters north east by now based from the starting point, counted with steps even by Fashima the human map, the results so far were pale.

Their vision still remained captivated by frozen snowflakes who had fitted one over the other to create this massive tundra that held the continent under occupation.

One thing that's worth putting a note about was this massive mountain that appeared extremely far away.

Perhaps clouds had covered it up until this point, this stated better weather in this dead land, this can be considered a gift while hiking for land discovery.

The mountain is too far away to help as a way of proper navigation here but at least the tribe knew now that there was more than an endless flatish tundra in this continent.

Through this newborn hike, Zabal had carved through a few eagle bone tips that he had ordered tribesmen and women to carry.

Although he doesn't have a rock to chop the bone down into something nice and pointy, what can come out of his finger tips proved as a tool worthy of admiration.

Although they can't make a statue of a finger anytime soon, the tribe respected how grand master Zabal made weaponry for everyone.

To carve a bone, he blew out just a tiny amount of lava on the bone to burn off what could be considered as excess.

Now this was really tricky as he can't throw too much lava on the bone but just enough to hit the side.

Most of the lava had to fall on the ground or in this case, snow, for the carving to take the best effect.

Listing down the steps, a tiny bit of lava had to land on one side of the 2 finger wide eagle bone, burn out what's considered excess bone and leave an aftermath that signified a stabbing point.

What excess lava had stuck on the bone was quickly shaken off to avoid breaking the tip.

To achieve a deadly point on a single bone, these steps had to be taken several times depending on how wide the raw material was.

It surely took effort but Zabal had fixed 5 of them so far under such short time, now all 17 people of this tribe can lend a better hand if another battle stood behind the horizon.

Granting attention to his surroundings a bit more, Zabal spotted the repetitive forms left and right of which forced him to a decision. "Let's head east, this route doesn't have anything important."