The First Tribe (IV)

The smell of ash wafted into the air as the earth cried out for vengeance. Kit had been painted a deep rustic red, almost black, a vestige of the blood of thousands that was left behind after a weapon of mass destruction was let loose on defenseless nomads. Or so the story would go, if the victims were the ones who decided victory. But as it has always been, Victory is decided by the victors, and the victors in this case was Morte Bianca, and unlike every other kingdom or empire in history they had no need for anything other than the truth, because that was what history was really supposed to be about.