"Hear it, this story of all yesterdays," Trals translated, "so much yesterdays, if every year marked one stone, and are more stones than bull triceratops can't them carry..."
"Once upon a time, I think you mean."
"Yes." The big man shifted, his dreadlocks rattling over the back of his pro-wrestler's belt. "Once upon a time, the great city Megga stand on the Face of God. Its fate: poison. The poison: salt. Poisoned it the Face of God..."
And so on. It was a sort of twisted Garden of Eden story, with a bit of Atlantis and King Arthur. A big, immensely strong King of the Land, who led the ancestors of the Ethlek out of the starving city...and on, and on.