In a random village of a war torn nation there stood a Goliath of a man. His name is Adeyemi Damba which means the one fit to be king of the world. He is the Chief of the villagers who were currently surrounding his throne. All were kneeling in humble respect. His figure radiated confidence. His presence demanded obedience.

“I have summoned you all for a good reason...” His every word was met with silence. No one dared to murmur or complain in the unbearable summer heat. They all knew the chief was purposefully dragging his words. The sweat glistening off of his ebony skin shone in the unforgiving Savannah.

NOTE: The language being spoken is not English. I imagine it to be a combination of my mother tongue and a bunch of other African languages put together.

“Our spiritualists have had visions of the days to come. Our ancestors have warned of a change that is to come to this world. The endless war of the foreigners will come to an end-”

The crowd could not hold back their surprise as multiple gasps and celebratory yelps were released but quickly reigned in. They waited for the king to continue.

“Yes, I know it is surprising. The third world war began more than 34 years ago. A lot of you never knew a time without bloodshed. But this war was never ours to fight. Africa has been the war grounds of battles between foreign powers. They fear their own weapons and use us as though we where tools. They send troops to fight and destroy…”

The king did something few had ever seen before. He allowed his true emotions to show as tears slid down the sides of his scarred face.

“... To kill children, our children. My sons. But now our ancestors tears and the tears of our fallen have been heard by the ONE. He has watched the continent of the birth of humanity suffer and the time to end it has begun. But we all know the ONE is fair. Just as in the beginning we all started equal. This new start we shall be equal. With the SYSTEM we shall be EQUAL!”

Cries of joy, pain, love and anger raged throughout the crowd. They did not know what this system was nor how it will change their way of life. Their reaction was for the word equal. A phrase which was long forgotten with the start of the third world war. Their governments had sold the citizens of their own countries as soldiers for hire to secure safety for themselves. It was a cruel world but now they had hope.

“The system is going to be in a format which many will be able to understand. It will reveal the true capabilities of the world. Which means magic will be available to anyone who trains in it. Not just the gifted.”

The king let that sentence hang there. He knew what was to come next.

“MY KING!” An outraged villagers stood. He could not hold himself back. Even in the face of imprisonment or flogging for disrespect and misconduct int he presence of a royal.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

The king gestured to his royal guards to stop as they approached the man. He then turned back to the man and gave a nod which spoke volumes. The man understood in that moment that the king wanted him to speak, not just for himself but to express the hidden unease in all of the villagers hearts.

“The gift is all us Africans had as an advantage. Our healers, psychics and spirit mediums helped gain us freedom when the Europeans first attacked. Their powers and blessing from the ONE helped us fight toe to toe with a more technologically advanced civilization. I know that in this new age the gift can do nothing against a L115A3 AWM or a M4 Carbine Commando with M203 Grenade Launcher…

A few of the citizens nodded warily as they remembered the horrors of the aforementioned weapons. The Kings eyes hardened. The man interpreted this as a sign to get to the point.

“What I mean is some of us felt that the gift. Our connection to the universe was our advantage. It made us special. If all could do what we do then how would we be safe.”

The king leveled his shoulders and released a primal shout to the heavens. The brave villager lost his confidence and fell back into a kneeling position.

“Technology will be no more.” The king smiled at the confused expressions on the faces of his people.

“Let me elaborate. All the current technology will cease to function. No more cellphones. No more guns. No more explosives. No more Netflix.”

The unexpected joke broke the tension with much needed laughter.

“The world would function on spirit. The same spirit the mediums use to power their minds. The same spirit that flows and ebbs throughout the earth the sky and our very bones. And as you know the ONE controls all spirit. Meaning no matter how smart you are there will never again be nuclear weapons. Guns are gone to. The closest humanity will come to a gun will be arrows.”

The villagers wanted to celebrate but saw the look on the face of their king. He had given them hope. But they all knew that it will come at a cost.

“This blessing will come at a cost. I can see by the looks on all of your faces that you were expecting this. Yes we all know the famous words for every action there will be an equal and opposite reaction. If not then you must know of Karma. If you still don’t know what I’m talking about then pull out your Iphones and Google it. The world isn't so much as evolving as it it actually devolving.”

The king looked to the sky. He enjoyed these moments. The suspense. The attention. He wished his oldest son could have been here.

I Guess in a way he is here, watching us with his brothers, my father and his father. I wonder if my last son Zwelonke is up for the mantle of king. He is not strong enough for what is to come. A relic like me can only be an adviser in the new age. The generals son will rule. I just hope royal affairs don’t destroy this tribe before the new era.

The king left his thoughts and looked back towards his people, his village, his tribe…his future, present and past. The hungry looks on their faces were different this time. Their hunger wasn’t for food but for answers. This age of war had stripped most of their curiosity. He joked about phones and internet but the sad truth was that war had stripped them of the chance of such luxuries.The only reason they knew about them was from their brothers and sisters who had been recruited into the army. The end of the technological age would mean nothing to them.

“This world is reverting back to the way it was during the times of the ancestors. The monsters, myths and legends of the past will be returning. Humans will have to band together once more to survive. Our ancestors did not worry about petty things like the color of your skin when dinosaurs and goblins were eating them all indiscriminately. Back then the world had only one continent and if you were human you were a part of the tribe.”

Silence again. Eager ears and teary eyes pleaded the king to continue, he just smirked. An eternity passed before he continued but not one soul present had stopped paying attention.

“I wish I had more to explain but the night does not last forever. The spirits made sure to convey the up-most important details in the dreams before sunrise. So let me sum it up for you. There will be access to spirit for all those who train. Humans will once again become monsters in the skin of men in order to protect their tribe. The ONE has seen that the previous age was not as violent and unforgiving as he thought so he has revoked the gift of technology which he gave us at the end of the previous era….AND THE WORLD WILL BECOME ONE AGAIN! ONE NATION! ONE PEOPLE! ONE TRIBE!”

One nation, one people, one tribe. The chant carried throughout the village. Their bodies and souls accepting the mantra. This will be the mantra that will be carried on for the tribe for ages to come. Even those not present felt these words carry into their souls. Even being apart from their village did not stop their connection. Whichever part of the world they were in they whispered to themselves. One nation. One people. One tribe.