Chapter 44 The Originator
The third generation witch has bid farewell to her youth, and the white hair on her temples shows her aging.
But it doesn't matter, because people of her generation have all passed away, including her first partner.
The Fire Tribe has also cultivated a new generation, and they are all good, but they just don't remember the fire totem.
She held her youngest child in her arms, sitting on the edge of the bare cliff, looking at the sea, and staring blankly.
The four-year-old child in her arms was not born from the union of her and the Herb Witch.
Ten years ago, the Herb Witch died of old age, and her second son inherited the position of the Herb Witch.
Three years later, her second son died of old age, and his ninth child inherited the position of the Herb Witch.
In the same year, the eldest son who had been waiting to take her place also died of old age.
She had lived too long. Three years after her eldest son died, her youngest son was born. He was the child of her and the second-generation leader.
Yes, the second-generation leader was not dead at that time, but his body began to weaken. Every time he mobilized the power of the totem, he would not be able to get up for several days.
Fortunately, the tribe is getting better and better. Now there are more than ten totem warriors in the tribe, so the death of the second-generation leader two years ago did not cause much impact on the tribe.
Even the knife tribe that appeared in the jungle a year ago did not panic the fire tribe. After the totem warriors appeared, the people of the knife tribe knelt on the ground in fear. After
the totem warriors of the fire tribe spared their lives, these people fled in fear and never appeared again.
After knowing this, she often lamented that the people of the Fire Tribe had forgotten their hatred, but when she thought about the confusion of the new tribesmen when they saw her dancing the sacrificial dance on the edge of the cliff, she felt relieved.
Forty-three years have passed, and the death of the elders has taken away the fear and hatred.
"Woo... woo... woo..."
The third-generation witch told the children stories of the past in a soft voice, about the little witch, the second-generation witch, the big chief, the second-generation chief, the herb witch, and the fire totem that disappeared in the sea.
She also told these stories to other people, and those people listened respectfully, and then turned around, as if they had forgotten everything.
They only see the beauty of the present and ignore the past. In their eyes, the former Fire Tribe is not worth mentioning in front of the current Fire Tribe.
Today, the Fire Tribe has tens of thousands of people, and the number cannot be clearly counted even by knotting ropes. The entire jungle is their territory.
They have stone knives, stone axes, stone spears, and stone houses. They don't care about the past life in caves or living on the ground. They
have more than ten totem warriors, who are invincible and all the beasts in the forest submit to them.
They are strong and proud, and they don't care about the past. They don't care about the fire totem that fell into the sea...haha.
The third-generation witch was very sad about their behavior, including her children. She was also sad, and she didn't have much time left.
She only hoped that she could tell all this to the youngest child at the last moment of her life, so that he would remember everything, remember those people and those things.
This youngest son is very well-behaved, and has shown extraordinary talents since birth.
He did not cry when he was born. He curiously observed the world as soon as he opened his eyes. He has been very quiet for four years. He seems to understand the stories told by the third-generation witch, and responds with sobs from time to time.
These strange phenomena made the third-generation witch feel more and more that this was an extraordinary child. She must hand over the tribe to him and tell him the history of the tribe.
However, she was a little powerless in this matter.
Her children all set up their own mountains, and some totem warriors even expressed the desire to set up their own mountains. They felt that they were superior to the witch and were truly favored.
When the second-generation chief was alive, it was not so chaotic. His prestige was enough to suppress everything, but she had ignored worldly affairs for too long.
"When did it start? It was after the fire totem disappeared."
The storytelling stopped, and the third-generation witch began to be in a daze again. The child seemed to be used to her like this, and did not urge her, but just looked at the sea curiously.
The originally undulating sea was slowly changing. Something seemed to be stirring in the deep sea, and the waves on the sea surface began to become unstable.
"Bala Lala..."
The rhythmic sound of the waves was interrupted, and slowly a vortex appeared in front of the eyes.
"Wu Wu Wu..."
The child struggled to jump out of the arms of the third-generation witch, but woke up the dazed third-generation witch.
"Wu... Wu?"
The third-generation witch asked curiously, and was then stunned by the scenery in front of her.
This was a sea she had never seen before. The waves that had been surging from afar disappeared, and a huge vortex appeared, stirring the sea.
A strange light shot out from the depths of the sea, passed through the vortex, and exploded in the air.
It was as if a breeze blew, as if nothing had happened, but the clouds seemed to be avoiding something, and the sky was clear in an instant.
The light was bright, but not dazzling, neither black nor white.
It shrank again in an instant, quickly gathered together and rushed to the depths of the sea.
"Wuwuwu..."
The third-generation witch hugged her child tightly, but her eyes could not help but follow the light and look into the depths of the sea. However, the sea surface was slowly calming down, and everything was returning to normal.
Everything happened in an instant, and everything returned to its original state in an instant. Only the slowly calming waves seemed to be telling something.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
The child stretched out his hand, as if to embrace the beam of light and follow it into the sea.
"Woo, woo, woo."
The third-generation witch criticized him and told him how terrible the sea was.
She had been to the sea herself. Not to mention the beasts in the sea, just the waves one after another made her unable to move forward.
And the feeling of being unable to breathe left a deep fear in her heart.
This memory came from forty years ago, but it left a deep impression on her.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
A voice suddenly came from behind. It was the new leader. He looked at the third-generation witch with a hint of hostility.
"Woo, woo, woo."
The third-generation witch gave an affirmative answer and stood up to attend the tribal meeting.
In the past, the Fire Tribe was a one-man show of the witch, but it is not the case now. Every totem warrior has a say, and when they unite to speak, many times, the third-generation witch has to succumb.
Next to the totem fire, waiting for her is her sixteenth child, the most talented child before the birth of her youngest son.
Not only was he a totem warrior, the third generation witch even felt that he had the talent to become a witch - and in fact, he had always been spying on his mother's position.
"Woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo..."
As soon as he entered the three-meter-high totem fire, his very talented son asked questions.
He was asking his mother how long she had not worshipped the fire totem.
The third generation witch was startled, turned around and looked at the round fire totem, and frowned involuntarily.
"Woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo..."
She said that this was not her fire totem. This sentence caused dissatisfaction among the people, and they looked at the third generation witch with disgust.
It was as if she was not the third generation witch of the Fire Tribe, but an enemy.
Who was the instigator? Who could guess? I wanted to add more chapters as a gamble, but unfortunately I'm busy recently, so I'll just ask for fun. Please don't come back to spoil the plot after you read the next chapter.