With decades passed the Runmi tribe’s little village had turned in to an empire. No longer did wood walls protect them instead vines that couldn’t be slashed or divided replaced them. Crops as big as football fields sat firmly instead the encloser. Tree houses replaces huts with wood bridges connecting them. Monkeys no longer came near the tribe, they mostly avoided and ignored the Runmi tribe, other tribes remaining unlucky to them. Jaguars and Pumas now sat outside the wall’s working as guard cats. Inside Pumas roamed the ground freely and were used to carry wagons on the trade routes they would rotate them. In the pumas off time, they would live like oversized house cats. So loving that they allowed the toddlers of the tribe ride them for fun. It warmed the Pachamama heart that they respected her rainforest. She saw this tribe as her direct children, especially the nature witches. The trade routes had been changed forever, due to the Runmi tribe now having a variety of fruits and vegetables and herbs at there fingertips without ever having to set foot outside it’s vine walls.
The Runmi tribe no longer hunted pumas and jaguars because throughout time they formed a bond and connection with these animals. I mean you wouldn’t eat your house pet would you? The Pachamama was extremely happy that they didn’t take advantage of the pumas and jaguars that they could now domesticate in addition to controlling them. She knew if she had gifted the other tribes they wouldn’t be treated with care. There were no longer gather’s instead the human’s tended to the crops and trade routes. The trade route was always led by a nature witch, for safety. The nature witches bled green instead of red so you could easily tell them apart if they ever got cut, although they would lead no blood trail. As soon as their blood hit the ground it was absorbed immediately.
One day much like any other day on a trade route. Three pumas carried a large wagon of fruits and vegetables. Two in pumas closest to the wagon and one Infront leading them. All of them being tied by rope to the wagon. A nature witch and jaguar who walked beside him always led the trade route. Four humans walked with the wagon, two walking beside the front of the wagon and two in the back of the wagon. The nature witch would create a path and close it behind him so no one could stalk and rob them. Leaves, trees and plants would separate 14ft before them. It was 30 miles away, with them walking a relaxed pace it took them 12 hours. They had started their journey at 5:00pm. They were exhausted. They had made canteen’s out of animal bones, and it held a liter of water that they strapped around them. They also carried sacks of dehydrated raw meat for their animals. Stopping for break and feeding them every few hours. This being the reason it took them so long to get to their destination. The tribe they were headed to were called Bruxa Cacador. They birth 7ft tall hunter witches who were extremely strong making hunting for their tribe extremely easier in comparison. Unlike any other tribe their domestic witches were able to copy and multiple large cuts of meat and animal organs once they were separated from the animal, they were able to multiply a cut of meat or organ 4 times in an hour and had a cool down of 20 minutes. Also, unlike any other tribe the domestic witches were able to create salt. They did this by using herbs, spices and rocks. in a large pot, they would add three drops of their blood. This mixture would sit in 8-pound homemade Dutch oven hanging a foot over a large fire. It would boil for 3 days and sit for one. At the end of the last day it would crystalize and turn to salt. This allowed them to preserve a lot of meat, which they had a couple hut’s dedicated to. Making them extremely useful to the Runmi tribe, Trading with them allowed them to live a much more relaxed lifestyle. Resulting in their Hunter and domestic witches of the Runmi tribe to relax more. The Runmi tribe were able to grow plants, fruits and vegetables that weren’t native to the land making them extremely valuable to all other tribes.
At 5:00 pm they finally reached the Bruxa Cacador. They would pull the wagon into the wooden walled structure, the nature witch grew strong big vines with pricks engulfing the wagon so that no one could steal anything while they slept and ate. They then lead their pumas and jaguars outside of it to rest and wait for them. Before conducting any business, the domestic witches would always serve them a plate of hot food and as many glasses of wine that they liked. In a three-story hut dedicated eating, cooking and storing food. The first level was empty other than tables made from wood and a fireplace, it was only used at night because 71 degrees felt cold to the tribe people after being in the hot humid heat all day. After eating they also allowed them to rest in a small hut next to this one for 6 hours. The trade route members walked into the food hall hut and stretched their limbs letting how sighs of relief and relaxation. The torches on the walls burn bright and light poured in through the windows, making the room cozy. They sat down at the largest table. Warm fire light casted their flickering shadows on the floor. Domestic witches brought large plates of food and glasses of wine. It was more than usual, the men found it to be somewhat odd but didn’t offer any complicates. They talked and laughed while enjoying their meal, the room grew quite as their bellies got fuller. As the nature witch took his last bite he brought up his head to look at his fellow tribe members, shock filled his eyes as he saw fighter witch behind them shushing. He heard the sound the gruesome of their necks break and as the life left their bodies their heads fell face first into their plates before he could react or retaliate. He heard a soft giggle and felt a warm touch on his back. His eyes shut Instantly, while his face matched his fellow tribe members.
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When he awoke, he felt ropes tied so tightly they sung his skin. He was having a hard time hoping his eye’s and he quickly noticed that his body felt sore. Sore like he had been sick for days. In his blurry vision he saw shapes of a crowd of women and men before him and one man in the front. He was outside in the middle of the Bruxa Cacador structured village.
“don’t bother trying to use you’re magic; your food contained a substance that makes you too weak to use them.” A low sinister voice spoke.
As he slowly regained his vision, he saw 80 chefs from different tribes standing before him. He was able to tell they were chefs by the crown’s made from bones and the different scarification’s that were unique to their tribe. The Bruxa Cacador chef was the one front and center and doing the talking. Overtime the other tribes grew jealous of the nature witch’s power.
“it’s such a shame that we couldn’t just follow you back to your tribe maybe then we wouldn’t have to go to such lengths. You will lead us back to your tribe and you will convince your chef to hand over your nature witch women. If he doesn’t agree we will just overthrow your tribes and take them for ourselves.” He continued with an evil smile. The rest of the chef’s starred intently with expressionless faces.
The Runmi tribe nature witches head bobbing struggling to keep it up from substance they gave him.
“I won’t do it” he replied and spit at the chef’s feet. The chef’s hand raised and struck him on the face so hard that a stream of blood trickled out of his mouth.
The second a drop of green blood fell to the dirt and was absorbed, the earth started to quake. Consequently, a growly, angry and extremely loud voice started to scream with fury. “All tribes other then the Runmi have 30 sunrises to gather your things and to leave far from this rain forest forever! Disobedience will result in death. You foolish men will not disrespect my rainforest ever again! I LET YOU LIVE HERE, YOU HAVE SHOWN YOU NO LONGER DESERVE TO BE HERE” it echoed throughout the rainforest. The Head spinning thunder booming. The chef’s covered their ear’s and bend over and screeched with pain. His Puma’s and Jaguar started growling and hissing outside the wooden walls. The nature Witches ropes fell instantly. He soft whispers of what sounded like a thousand women that only he could hear saying “your strength is back, you are now as fast as jaguar. Run run run”
The nature witch wasted no time moving his feet, when he ran out the wall and into the forest he’s animals quickly followed. Running as a pack he created a path, closing it behind him. Although he was out of the situation, he was fearful. His fight-flight-freeze response had been triggered so he wasn’t taking any chances. The trees and places around him seem to blur together as a result of his speed. A jaguar running at top speed is 50pmh, so this allowed him to make an extremely quick escape. It only took him 20 minutes to arrive. As soon as his foot stepped foot inside the tribe’s vine walls. His adrenaline rapidly lowing causing him to crash. He passed out and hit the ground while his animals cried relentlessly for the rest of his tribe to help.
All the tribes but two obeyed the Pachamama. The last day when she had noticed that some remained in their huts, so she sent hundreds of animals. In their tribe while they comfortably sleeping in their huts the animals ate their faces. Afterwards they dragged their lifeless bodies how of their villages and feasted on them until nothing but bones remained. After all the bodies were gone and nothing left but the stench of the dead remained. The forest floor sunk in the empty villages collapsing their huts and walls. The rumble crumbled in the earth until there was no trace that it ever existed. The obeying tribes walked long and far, some making boats to travel across seas. If the Pachamama watched them closely, if she disapproved of where they decided to make their new home, she would cause situations that push them out of the area forcing them to relocate. This forced her maybe tribes to be spread out all around the world. She would never allow them to live so close that they could plot anything ever again. If the Pachamama knew that their body could not withstand the condition of their new home, she would give them an ability that would allow to adjust to the area. Over-time most of the tribes adjusted and thrived.
As decades pasted the Runmi tribe’s empire started to fall since the other tribes no longer lived there. No trade routes existed, as well as conditions got harsher. The animals becoming harder to hut. There were now only two seasons happened in amazon rainforest, the dry season and wet season. As before the rain would come and go day to day. As the rainforest evolved the seasons turned into months. There tribe growing big, but they couldn’t hunt to feed them. They tried to do numerous things. For example, they would have nature witches go with groups of hunter witches to stop the rain and create path’s while they hunted. Thus, however hurting their crops leaving not even enough fruits or vegetables for everyone. When going with the hunter’s it exhausted them because it forced them to have to use their magic continuously throughout the day. Leaving them too weak for anything else.
For three long months they prayed to the Pachamama every day. At the creation of the world, she had also made another one that she could send her non-human creatures to good or bad if she needed to. She thought long and hard about it. She didn’t feel comfortable relocating them in this world after what the tribes planned to do them. She feared that something similar could happen again. She finally decided to send them to the other world. She gave no warning, one day she transported them and their puma’s that were closest to their hearts.
Their village sat as a ghost town and there was no one left. After taking a good look at it because she knew she would miss it. After a few hours of reminiscing, she did what repeated what she did to the other tribe’s villages. This was the end of the of an era. And there were never any witches that inhabited the rainforest again.