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

The fires of Nouvo Lakay's gathering burned low as Zion stood before the tribe, his voice steady yet filled with resolve.

"We have survived war and beasts. Now, we must grow beyond survival. Nouvo Lakay will become a country."

Murmurs rose among the crowd — some uncertain, others hopeful.

What Does It Mean to Be a Country?

Zion raised his hand to quiet them.

"A country is more than a tribe or village. It is a land united by laws, leadership, and purpose. It is a home for all who live here — where every voice can be heard, and every life protected."

He gestured to the priestesses gathered beside him.

"We have gods to watch over us, but we need rules made by humans — laws that bind us together in peace and order."

Seal stepped forward. "We need to start with basic governance — a council representing all parts of the tribe, making decisions for the whole."

Thalia added, "We must protect our borders — not just from beasts, but from those who seek to take our lands."

Ayomi's voice was firm: "We must care for our people, especially families who lost loved ones in the wars. No one should be left behind."

Elis nodded, "And build institutions — places for healing, learning, and justice."

Zion unfurled a rough map, traced with lines marking the lands of Nouvo Lakay and neighboring tribes.

"A country needs clear borders — where our laws apply, and where our people live free and safe."

He paused, eyes scanning the faces around him.

"Our identity is not only in our gods or warriors, but in our shared culture — our stories, traditions, and ways of life."

"We will form a council with representatives from every clan and allied tribe."

"We will create laws that protect the weak, honor the brave, and guide us in times of peace and war."

"We will build schools to teach our children the skills they need — as farmers, builders, warriors, and healers."

"And most of all, we will stand together — not just as a tribe, but as a country."

As the firelight flickered on the faces of the tribe, a sense of hope took root.

The dream of a nation was born — not just in stone or blood, but in the hearts of the people.

Zion looked up to the night sky, where the gods silently watched.

The journey ahead was long — but for the first time, Nouvo Lakay had a vision beyond war: a future of unity, strength, and growth.

The Birth of a Nation