[stonetooth]

Ok, this is a fanfic....

It's about a large forest, still mostly dominated by trees and mudokon villages, for the mean while, and the many different things that go on with it, leading to a climactic ending story.

There are three different characters, so basically, chapter 1 will be about one character, 2 about the other, and 3 about the final. It will go in a cycle like that. Well, sometimes I may screw around with the cycle, so meh'. Enjoy.


Chapter One: Old Friends, New Enemies

Klartali wandered through the village, called Shallow Bark, staring at the aimlessly infinite amount of mudokons. Young ones, old ones, women, children, they all bowed to Klartali or just simply nodded approval, for Klartali was to become the chief of the village today, if the elder shaman allowed it.
There were three young mudokons who all came from noble families, which each claimed leadership at a time. All though most people thought that Klartali deserved it the most, but it was not their decision to make, but the elders'.
He strode with purpose down the center path of the village, towards the gigantic hut that served as home of the elder shaman. Suddenly, a big mudokon, more muscular than most, ran up next to Klartali, and kept pace with them as they walked in the same direction. "Ah, it seems as if though only yesterday we were but children.." the beefy mudokon said to Klartali, who he know as Blorgen.
Him and Blorgen had always been friends sense they were little kids, but it was not Klartali that was known to be strong and powerful, but smart and lanky. All though Klartali had behind him most of the common folk, Blorgen had the warriors, who hailed him as a hero.
To continue the conversation, Klartali said, "Well technically, we are STILL children..." he muttered to his friend.
"Well that may be true," he paused,"but after what happens in that tent, we will be men, no matter who wins the rite of chief." Klartali nodded in agreement. All though most just though him as a bone-headed warrior, he was truly smart, and very caring for his family.
After the brief conversation, they had finally entered the hut, and, besides them, there were only two others in there. The Elder Shaman, whose name was long lost in history, for even HE has forgotten it, and a shady, evil looking mudokon - which was surprising, sense he indeed WAS a mudokon, which were commonly peaceful- who they both knew only as Larzen. Larzen was many years older than them, and, even though he was older, his family was still in the race for the claim of chieftainship.
And so, as the three mudokon stood there infront of the old, wizened elder shaman, he examined them all: Klartali, skiny with deadly amounts of inteligence. Blorgen, a warrior by birth yet cool-headed and protective of his people. And finally Larzen, spidery, silent, and deceitful. The shaman knew all this with a simple glance, and knew what would be the outcome with each person being the chief. So, with a sigh, he closed his eyes and said,"Klartali, step forward." he did as the elder said, and, with a faint breath, he said to Klartali, "Welcome, my new chief."