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The Dumonts: A Birth of History

What if I told you that everything, and I mean absolutely everything, you've ever dared to imagine – from the tiniest microbe to the most formidable deity – exists in this vast, intricate cosmos? Would you tremble with unbridled terror? Would you revel in the sheer grandeur of it all? Would you embark on a relentless quest to uncover the truth, knowing that the very fabric of reality had irrevocably shifted? These are the profound questions that shall accompany you on this extraordinary journey. So, sit down, my friend, and lend me your undivided attention.

Dumont_foundation · Fantasy
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As the days unfolded, the changes in the lands did not escape the notice of other tribes. The once-feared Dharzir, known for their capabilities, were not only defeated but integrated into the very tribe they would have typically annihilated. The nomadic Ghezzak, now seen as a plague, were eradicated. The Skelkin tribe, now the SkelDhar tribe, expanded their territory, attracting the attention of neighboring tribes.

Zobi found himself lost in thoughts, haunted by dreams of a war beyond imagination. The face of the great goddess always lingered in those moments, and each time he woke, her image was etched in his mind.

"~Trihead Zobi?~" Scayrith's voice interrupted his reverie.

He shook his head, finding relief in her presence. A small smile played on Scayrith's lips as they shared an embrace of passion, their connection deepening since the fateful day they looked into each other's eyes.

"~We have guests~," she mentioned, their kissing momentarily interrupted.

Zobi knew this day would come, with the redistribution of territories and the arrival of tribes drawn to the changes guided by the great god and goddess. However, the haunting images in his dreams troubled him.

"~Who has arrived?~"

Scayrith explained that there were several guests, and as she spoke, three tall figures, all female, moved through the encampment. Whispers accompanied their arrival.

"-These filthy animals dare to look upon us, sister-"

"-Mirta, choose your words carefully. These 'filthy animals' not only defeated the Dharzir-"

"-More importantly, they removed the Ghezzak, a problem for which you must admit we had no solution-"

Mirta scoffed, and her sister pointed out the improvement in her words.

"-Give her some credit, Otu. The fact she only called them 'filthy animals' is a great improvement-"

Otu shook her head, and Cile responded.

"-Cile, the fact she still chose to call them 'filthy animals' is no improvement-"

A familiar voice interrupted, welcoming the triheads of the Zura tribe. The girls paused, surprised that the language spoken was their own. Re'itt laughed, revealing that her mother had changed her considerably, allowing her to understand their speech.