As tales such as these so often begin this tale starts with a change. The flicker of a new life in the unquiet and all consuming night. Around the new life gather the friends and family of the child's parents.
Elsewhere, yet not far at all, the world speaks to the ones who can hear. The shamans speak of events that may yet be. They speak of a child born to the tribe who shall have a great future and a lasting and far reaching impact upon the tribe. The Shamans know not what this childs fate may be, merely the importance of the child and the child's fate.
The watcher watches the events. The Watcher is the one who bears witness to the cycles of reality: at times distant, at times near, at times in the story. The watcher watches the cycle change. Their role is now that of an actor in the story, a physical presence.
The watcher sees the child. The watcher shall watch, it shall not interfere whatever cycle might come, shall come. The watcher sees the world speak, A cycle has been formed. Something turns on the child. A cycle both great and small, one that shall be defined by the one of cycles and a child.
The Watcher moves to where it must be. The watcher sets its sights upon the boy. The watcher slumbers. When it is needed, when the cycle comes to it, it shall wake.
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The child was born to the hunter caste, the second lowest of the castes equal with the gatherers, but above the citizens. As with all members of the tribe he was raised in relative comfort. He was taught, as all in the tribe are taught, the knowledge of the tribe: How to read and write, work with numbers and survive in the wilderness.
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From his Family the Child was taught the ways of the hunters, how to explore, track, hunt, dress kills, and far more. As the Child grew, he developed an above average skill in the tasks of his profession.
As the Child grew he began to travel, he loved to seek out new things and as such he went further and further from his home, always seeking new experiences and items he could bring back to the tribe. In the boy's travels he saw many glorious sights: Vast canyons that seemed to hold entire worlds covered in mist, Great forests that spoke to something ancient and primal with in him, Bodies of water that stretched far beyond the horizon, Mountains and waterfalls on a scale that could only be described as titanic.
Yet, instead of satisfying the boy's urge to explore and seek wonder, these sights of the natural world only served to fuel the boy's natural tendency to wander. As the boy grew and became an adult in the eyes of the tribe his urge to wander was tempered somewhat by the necessity of his duties to the tribe.
In time he rose to the middle caste, the caste of experts. His constant desire to explore and seek new things had been noted by members of both the shaman and Leader castes. So, as he approached the end of his 25th year he was elevated to the expert caste as an explorer.
As an explorer it became his duty to seek new and wondrous things that might benefit the tribe. From new hunting grounds to new lands where the tribe could settle, he found much for the tribe and traveled far, yet he was still discontent.
It was near the end of his second decade of life that he chose to leave for a journey longer than any other he had ever gone on. He planned for a journey that would last years, that would take him far beyond where he had gone before. Indeed His journey would take him farther than any in his tribe had ever gone.
The Boy, now a man, traveled far. Across plains, through mountains, even at points crossing places where the land itself seemed to have warped as though in great pain. He saw many sights many of which he had never dreamt of before: Crystal mountains that reflected the sun in such a way that the light could cut through stone, Islands held aloft by purple blak stones, Oceans where the water itself was all but alive flowing through the air in vast twisting rivers and streamers.
For all these wonders however the Man had not found what it was he sought, he indeed only found what he sought at the end of his journey out into the unknown.