Immortality Is A Curse...

"When our land disappeared, our rivers began to dry and the grass beneath our feet slowly withered away.

Our people were trapped in a dying world. 

Everyday the food and resources would become less and less.

The fragile truce between the neighbouring tribes vanished almost overnight. 

Refugees were expelled and the large tribes fought one another for control over the dwindling resources.

War once again raged through the land but this time it was different.

We all expected to die, and it was only a question of when.

It seemed that the gods were too busy to answer our prayers and for the first time…. 

Some of the younger generations questioned if the gods ever existed.

I joined my fellow tribesmen on the frontline and fought a three-month war for control over the largest lake on the grassland.

The war only lasted for three months because the warring tribes and factions who opposed us slowly vanished.