Xenia




It was said, that one walked through the jungles alone if they were desperate, bold or both. To the local population, even they respected the rain-forest that housed creatures both large and tiny that could deal a killing blow a grown man. It was both the first line of defense for Xenia, a location where they struck at their enemies and yet also, a place they knew never to underestimate.

A warrior one wasn't until one had been bitten twice in the jungle - once to remind him, that he wasn't immortal nor untouchable. The second time, to remind him to never forget the first rule. It was a place where one didn't wander into alone - less he be taken by taken by the beasts or their venom. As such it was an interesting day for a group of hunters, when they discovered an unique man in the forest - already showing the first signs of Jungle Fever. What was more confusing for the hunters - was the fact, the man in question was wearing clothing that was much too thick for such an environment and also carrying a black book, that he was clinging to tightly.

Neither of that compared to the fact, his skin was white was as the clouded sky - barely touched by the sun. Even their most sheltered kids wouldn't reach the level of untouchable that this man possessed, what was more he was speaking in a strange tongue. Whatever the case was, the unknown man, was soon lifted up and carried by the hunters to their city - Prophetess Perosa would judge his fate.




Perosa Narxax wasn't a woman whom could be easily surprised - as both warrior and leader, she needed to know many aspects of the life of her people. It was by necessity, since the tribals of the west never seemed to cease their constant attacks upon their lands. Now, she had heard tales of strange untouched men, wandering through the jungles.

They had been quickly eliminated, yet the story remained and spread from city to city - until even Perosa was intrigued by this story. What kind of people would be born, that barely were touched by the sun. What was more interesting, where had these men come from. Luckily for her, she hadn't needed to wait long.

A month, after the story had been told and spread - her hunters had recovered one, perhaps lost or perhaps exploring. They had found a makeshift campsite nearby - although the man looked ill. It was expected, he had both dressed in a way that made it very hot and likely had hidden a tiny critter, that bit him somewhere.

The healers had administered both water and antidote to him, the man was lucid enough for that luckily. As it was, Perosa had come to examine this man herself - she was most curious of his black book. It seemed valuable to him and had a lot of written text within it. Perhaps he had been a travelling scholar or teacher - one could never know, not until he awoke. In the mean time, she was trying to keep herself busy until he awoke - flipping through the many pages. It seemed rather interesting, or if she could understand the language - no book, that they had - possessed such amount of text.

"What are you, unburned man?" she hummed, sitting next to his bed and flipped through the pages of the holy man' book.

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