There were stories of when the six tribes lived together in peace. The tales of old, of hope and freedom, of lasting happiness, of honest words. The stories told of a time when tribes didn’t fear each other, didn’t wonder if they were about to be betrayed by one they called an ally, didn’t have to look twice at every promise and every spoken word. 

Nowadays, things are different. 

With the Kuroto Tribe’s sudden attack on the Jindys Tribe, the six-way system was flipped into an uproar. Blame was pointed in all directions- an unforgivable insult towards a chieftain, a whispered backdoor deal, an allyship gone very, very wrong. Nobody could pinpoint the catalyst, but the tribes began to take sides. For nearly two hundred years, the Kuroto and the Maigo had been up against the Jindys and the Sikuraq. Both the Western and Eastern Hano Tribes sided with the Jindys, but not a soul knew the loyalties of the Sotello Tribe, living deep in the hidden valleys of the Soto mountains. 

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After nearly two hundred years, the war has only gotten worse and worse, and few still believe that there is hope of reconciliation. There are histories of wrongs on both sides, and neither chieftain will ever admit it. Until the wrongs have been righted there can be no peace, but the leaders cannot push past their own inhibitions to do so. 

But perhaps there is a chance that someone else can.