Chapter 46, Venator of the Rocc Dynasty

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When the human returned to his home, the entire tribe greeted him worriedly.

He had been gone nearly 2 days, and once he was returned, he was riddled with scars.

On top of that, his muscles grew, and even his height increased.

His most noticeable difference, was the fact he came carrying a cold stick.

A strange tool in his hand, and a fierce look in his eyes.

When they questioned what happened, he told them an unbelievable story.

He had killed a Coatl? And he had seen god?

What did he mean? After all, that’s impossible!

A Coatl? They’re a hunters worst nightmare! How can one combat a flying creature when they were grounded?

Their hands could not reach for the skies…

So, when the tribe heard this story, they did not believe him.

But, some did.

The fierce, and dead look in his eyes could not be faked.

So, he led them to the Coatl’s corpse, proving them all wrong.

The strongest of men within the tribe, numbering about 6, were baffled with what they saw.

He did not kill a Coatl, he eviscerated it.

The creature was turned inside out, made into a paste.

They could not understand how he did it!

But what shocked them even more, was the second corpse.

A Coatl, cut clean in half, a perfectly halved body.

Even if the man did kill a Coatl, he could not have killed two.

And he could not have killed it in such a perfected manner.

Not even the strongest within the tribe could do anything that even resembled it.

So, they returned to their mud huts, telling everyone of what they saw.

And with so many accounts, they had no choice but to believe!

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And so they did.

The man was given something no other had ever been given before.

A name.

Venator, they called him.

Hunter, in their broken language.

Venator, the Coatl killer, and the Prophet of God.

With his holy tool, Venator sought to achieve God‘s quest.

He mastered the art of tools. He learned how to chop trees with his tool, the sword, he called.

He learned how to built better reinforced huts.

He learned how to replicate the sword with wood.

He built more tools, used for digging, and breaking stone.

He used rough stone pieces to recreate the sword, albeit much worse off as he could not replicate the perfection of God.

He built stable safe places, he called them homes.

In 20 long years, he built a town, his strength growing exponentially over time.

He believed. He believed in the strength invested into him by God.

He believed he would grow great, and God would greet him once more.

He took the time to gaze upon his scars everyday, ingraining the visage of God into his mind.

It took him

30 years to gather up all the tribes around the forest, unifying them under one banner.

The Rocc Dynasty.

And the symbol of this dynasty?

The Rocc Sword, God’s perfect creation.

At the 30 year mark, Venator was nearing the the average time of death.

He had lived through nearly 50 winters, yet he was showing no sign of aging.

He was at the peak of life, unifying all humans, and innovating every day.

He invented new tools.

He created the rockshooter, the sword, the digger.

He built homes by hand, gathered food, both plant and animal.

He had more kids, a wife, and he continued to grow in strength and height as he aged.

By the time he had lived through 80 winters, he watched his first son go.

His first son that did not have the drive he did. He simply sat about, living a life of luxury that had been provided by Venator himself.

It was a pain, and demons plagued him since that day.

He lived another 40 winters, watching more of his kids go, and expanding his small dynasty.

There were too many people to count within his domain, many of them not having names.

So, as the Prophet of God, he named people.

He named hundreds of humans, remembering each and every one of them as if they were his own children.

He became known as the Father of Humanity, the God’s Prophet, Venator.

Venator lived to see one hundred twenty-four winters, about four times the average human.

His belief in both God and himself kept him going.

At his peak, he was strong enough to carry trees by himself.

With just a swing of the Rocc Sword, he fell Coatls.

He lived the life of a God on earth, venerated by all humans.

He was their lord, their king, the one man below god.

He made countless treasures for them.

Utensils to eat with, clothes to protect from harsh winters.

Blankets, bowls, knives.

He lived for innovation, day in and day out, creating tools that would make life for humanity easier.

He expanded his dynasty, reaching the entirety of the woods, and completely eradicating the threat of the Coatl on his own.

The creatures of the forest grew so fearful of his strength, that some even migrated away to safer territories.

Life was peaceful for humankind, they lived like nobility.

Their king did everything for them, and they praised him, truly believing in his power to do nearly anything!

It was on his day of death, where things changed for humanity, permanently.

Venator, the Human King, published a book.

The Kalif, the Scripture of God.

Venator preached of visions he had in his sleep.

The figure of God greeting him in his dreams every so often.

It would give him advice, and speak to him through riddles.

So, he put it into a small book.

The book was filled with quotes from his dreams, but, the first line was the most important in his life.

”You are powerful, but do you see how much more powerful you can be with a tool?”

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