The first meeting, the first day, forgotten memories and countless doubts.Day 1, Week 1, Cycle 1
Springtime, 32 C*, Sunny
The swamp was a deep green cacophony of sounds, insects, toads and the creaking of trees. Large ferns easily two meters tall were scattered around and sprang up from the musky brown green water which reached the one hundred individuals up to their knees. Large mangroves blotted out large swathes of the swamp, leaving mostly shadows and only a few streaks of light reaching the swamp floor.
Each and every one of them looked around. They saw people who looked like them, Sobek, they knew this word by heart, this was what they are.
Even if they were naked their genitals were hidden by their skin, none of them felt shame or anxiety, only confusion.
They were supposed to wear something, supposed to know things. But this had been taken from them.
None spoke, they nodded to others as they began to mill about, taking a look around. The sloshing of their feet barely more audible than the noises of the swamp.
One spot was raised and in a clearing. Basked in the light of the sun. Those present began to move to this clearing.
One by one they stood upon the raised ground, more and more gathered, old, young, males, females, strong and weak. All gathered and with a wordless agreement they all sat down.
With crossed legs and closing their eyes, they thought long and hard about what they were supposed to be sad about losing. What was missing from their bodies, what their homes were like.
None had spoken, it was perfectly silent apart from the swamps songs.
So they remained for at least an hour. Deep in thought. Silent.
A younger Sobek stood up, his pale green skin and lean strong frame stood out in the gleaming sunlight and his movement earned the attention of those present.
-"I am Ata, i am the first speaker... we cannot dwell on what we've lost, it is gone, to chase it would be to grasp at air, fruitless. We must build our future with our own hands." As he spoke he did so with purpose, presence and with broad gesticulations, the others listened intently but did not move.
-"I am not Ata because i remember the past, i am Ata for i took that name, you will take your new self from this swamp and you will build a future for yourself!" The Sobeks began to nod more eagerly and look upon each other.
Another stood up, a dark skinned old male who put his hand on his heart.
-"I am Vorak!" Ata closed the distance and spoke to Vorak.
-"You are Vorak, i am the first speaker, what are you?" Ata's question was filled with an overpowering presence and intimidation, not to put Vorak down but to empower his words.
-"I am the first maker!" He leaned down and took two rocks, with a skillful strike he split one with the other and thus formed a sharp edged blade.
-"Witness Vorak the first maker!" Ata exclaimed and gestured for people to look at Vorak.
-"Like us, now seize a name and find what you will do!"
-"I am Grazh, i am the first hunter!" Echoed from behind. A massive Sobek with scars and near black hide stood and slammed his chest once, he walked up to Vorak and held out his hand.
Vorak looked at Grazh, then at the hand and with a nod put the makeshift dagger in his hand.
Ata joined in and spoke to Grazh.
-"You are Grazh, now take the weapon and hunt for our first meal!"
A nod was the response, one by one a Sobek stood and spoke its name. Ata met each and every one and gave them reassurance.
Many did not choose a profession, and none looked down upon them for this. For they realized that being the first ment a great responsibility.
The Sobek began to build, Vorak led his kinsmen in the making of tools. Grazh took three with him and gathered them, with a spark of inspiration he stretched down and smeared his fingers with clay, which he streaked over his face with his fingers, leaving parallel markings of pale blue.
The three others joined in and left.The first hunt, the first feast.
The Krollan were not aware of the danger, calmly eating from the swamp mush, the Sobek's led by Grazh stalked and picked one out and led it astray.
It did not stand much of a chance, the four of them had more mass than the beast and they launched themselves upon it and grappled it with their strong arms.
It tried to escape, but it could not. With an unexpectedly experienced hand Grazh went in for a strike to the throat with the stone dagger.
The panicked krollan tried to escape as its lifeblood flowed from its open wound, but it was for naught, the Sobek were too strong.
The other krollans fled the scene, in triumph Grazh and the others cheered with guttural growls and then dragged the beast to the centre of the clearing.Gatorsound
The clearing was abuzz with activity, people crafting, figuring out what plants had fibers, where stone could be found and what trees were useful.
The thicker vines proved more useful than the mangroves at the moment, making easy sturdy handles on which rocks could be fastened, making tools with which more complex tasks could be done.
Vorak had begun to create a rudimentary roof held up with poles made from the thicker vines, the bracken roof held together with strings made from a blade leafed tall plant with a blue bulbed ugly flower which smelled slightly like rotten fruit.
As Grazh entered the clearing he unleashed a guttural sound, at which all the Sobeks joined in and added to the triumphant cacophony. Celebrating the successful first hunt.
Rohz took the responsibility of the first butcher and used the knife to extract as much meat as possible, most sat with crossed legs while some helped sort the bits of the animal.
After a long time, the beast was mostly divided in its parts and the head was done but before the workers could lay away the skull Ata rose, walked forth and grabbed it and stared into its bloody bone eyes.
-"You are the first meal, thank you for your sustenance." And broke off a few select pieces from the underside, then put the skull on top of his head.
The bone white skull and the spines in the back gave him a vicious and sort of regal look.
-"Now, we feast!" Ata's voice boome out and the Sobek cheered in guttural growls.
Everyone got a piece, Grazh ate the heart since he slew the beast, soon the beast was picked clean and Vorak and the other makers began to study the bones to see which ones would make the best tools and what else could be made.
So the Sobek worked, they hunted, they built. Soon the initial tools were exchanged for superior tools and rudimentary buildings had been built.
Something that came naturally to them was to store meat underwater, it just felt right somehow and the taste was more enriched they felt.
But the first tools were not thrown away, especially not the first dagger.
It was put on a makeshift altar, made from two rocks with a simple inscription saying "first" with a symbol.