Demas_Richardson

ZION
He woke in a broken world, carrying the soul of another… and the memories of gods long forgotten.

The tribe is scattered. The warriors are dead. But as Zion rises in a new body, ancient spirits stir—and a lost people begin to believe again.

They don’t know who he is.
They don’t know what he carries.
But the gods are watching… and so is the enemy

BATTLE GROUND OF THE Gods

A throne shared must first be built with trust—or it will splinter before the crown is worn."

1. Opening Setting – The Gathering Grounds

A wide circle of stone seats has been raised in the heart of the settlement. The people gather in silence, knowing something important is about to change.

Zion stands at the center, flanked by his seven brothers. The two priestesses—Ayomi and Sael—stand near but apart, veiled and solemn.

Zion declares the formation of the Tribal Council, citing the growth of the tribe and the need for shared vision and accountability.

He explains the council's structure:

Every group will send one representative. The seven brothers are permanent members, but their votes can be overruled by majority consensus. The priestesses will have two seats in Heart—but will not hold absolute power.

Ayomi is the first to speak, her tone measured but sharp:

"What spirit voted to have her voice diluted by mortal tongues?"

Sael remains silent at first but then offers a cooler warning:

"The gods move through us, not around us. This council must never think itself above them."

Some brothers (e.g., Makho, the warrior) support the priestesses: "We wouldn't be alive without the Lwa."

Others (e.g., Tano, the strategist) counter: "But the Lwa entrusted Zion. And Zion calls us to build, not worship blindly."

Zion listens, then intervenes with a vision of balance:

"The gods chose you, yes. And they chose me. That does not mean the people must kneel to either of us without question."

Spiritual wisdom guides the tribe, but decision-making must reflect all who live and bleed for it.

Divine revelations may be brought forward by the priestesses, but the council will weigh their impact.

Priestesses may call an emergency session when a divine warning comes.

But in peacetime, they are honored voices, not ruling hands.

Ayomi turns away, angry. She tells Zion:

"The gods will not wait for votes when they send their storms."

Sael remains, face unreadable, and simply nods once:

"Let us pray your council can hold in wind and fire."

The people murmur. The council seats are filled. The first law proposed:

"No one shall be punished for a vision alone. Only actions may be judged."

Lightning flashes faintly in the far distance—a storm on the horizon.

“The Birth of the Tribal Council”