[ WP ] A tribe has been migrating for so long that generations have been born and died knowing only travel . The only thing guiding them now are legends and stories .

`` The Jau were born in the valleys. We walked with the old rivers and the children of the rushes in the soft mud. We painted our names on the smooth stone and we remembered. Let the cold winds blow from the winter peaks, let the water flow down, let a thousand suns rise and fall, and we shall still be here.'' 
 
 `` But then came the changing. The dark tar bubbled in the holy places and it burned the skin of the prophets. Nights stretched on long after planting and the river turned blue and cold. The rushes grew silent and the mud turned dark and cracked. The smooth stone broke open and names were lost. The Jau wailed and cried and their food turned to ash in their mouths.'' 
 
 `` And we still remember.'' 
 
 `` Then came Ravi. Ravi told them the truth. The Jau must follow the old river past the winter peaks and beyond the valleys. Let the old gods die in their wasteland. And the Jau left. Some hid in the dark holes, never to return. Some drank the waters with cracked lips and broken teeth. They turned from the truth of Ravi and hid from the world. But the Jau had no future there and they left.'' 
 
 `` Ravi led the Jau from that place through the white lands. Some stayed. They left their mark on the jagged stones and never rose. They joined the howling spirits and slept in the ice. The strong remained and the Jau walked down to the open sky.'' 
 
 `` And we still remember.'' 
 
 `` They wandered the lands of open sky as sons became fathers and fathers again. Those who could not continue the great walk were left on the dry plains. They longed for the crooked teeth of the valleys, but the sky never faltered. Ravi grew old and died, but he told the Jau to walk until the sky became the land then turn towards the dawn.'' 
 
 `` They walked until their bones were white and hard. None could remember the valley, but all knew of that holy place. They knew of the rivers and mud and smooth stone where their names had been written. One day they would find it again.'' 
 
 `` And we still remember.'' 
 
 `` One day they saw the sky break upon the land, and the Jau came upon one great river that flowed from sunrise to sunset. But they remembered the words of Ravi. They turned towards the dawn and followed the water as daughers became mothers and mothers again. Still the Jau walk, until they find the valleys promised to them. One day, they will be among the children of the rushes once again. One day the stone will remember their names once more.'' 
 
 `` And we still remember.''
