Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-26355299-20170530175734

Even though The Moredain can't write or read, there are those who have traveled far enough to learn it. So I'd like to share this adventure.

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 * 1) Written by Gyldencat.
 * 2) title:Becoming a man.
 * 3) author:Simba Ngige
 * 4) types:moredain, near harad

"Those who wander are lost, but those who hunt are men." That is at least what my dad told me. Sadly I wasn't a man yet. I, the son of a chieftain, was the last of my generation to become a man. To prove I was a man I had to defeat a male lion, and I was determined to do just that. I told my dad, my brothers and my siter goodbye. They all wished me the best of luck. I will miss them, my family, but I won't let them and The Great Lion down. I am determined to defeat one of those beasts. So my journey began, through the endless savannah. There were some rhinos, a bit further a group of zebras that were standing next to a herd of gemsboks, but still no lions. As a true warrior I forgot to bring food, but I had plenty water with me. So that night I decided to hunt down some delicious zebras. But as many things it is easier said than done. After all, zebras are faster than I could ever be. I was so tired that I gave up. I may give up now, since I'm just a boy, but men can never give up. At least i was determined enough to kill a lion. The next day I was hungrier than I'd ever been. Two hours later I did find a banana tree bearing fruits, luckily. I ate them all. Too greedy some may think, but hunger wins it from moral ideas, sadly. I had to go on and find my beast, and no-one will stop me from killing it.

I'd been wandering for three days now. I had almost given up all hope, but then I saw it, a male lion. I must defeat it, but how. I made a plan to kill it when it is off guard, I lay down in the grass, with the wind blowing towards me. I crawled towards my enemy, but I didn't notice something crawling towards me. I was close to the lion when I heard something behind me, it was green and long, a crocodile in his tallest form. I had to choose: kill the green beast or the lion. I chose poorly, I attacked the lion, but I didn't kill it, now two beasts were trying to kill me. I struggled, I might have lost a toe or two, but eventualy I stabbed the lion in the heart with my spear and I damaged the crocodile enough to make it flee. My determination made win. After a well earned rest I skinned the Lion, I had to prove my victory somehow. I wore its skin like it were mine. I walked back in the direction I came from, only to remember that I had no clue were I was. So I kept walking in one direction, across the desert, into a place where plants and trees were plentyful. I met the locals, and they kindly taught me their language. I love it here, but I do miss my own village. They probably think I failed, but I know differently: I am a man now, and even though I wandered I found my happiness! 