[ 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 .

As we left I turned to Easrin who rode next to me I laughed.''You still have some tomato on you.'' I said to her. She looked angrily at me, but I rode a bit closer and kissed her on her cheek as she wiped the trash out of her hair.''I do n't understand why you had to began the rites in the middle of the town.'' 
 
''It is custom.'' I said, shrugging.''If every priest followed custom as dogmatically as you, there would be no priests left.'' 
 
''That is true, but the priesthood needs an example, a man of principles who does n't bend for anything.'' I proclaimed, half-serious. She just looked at me and shook her head. Behind us I heard the grumbling of the rest of the party.''I do not think the king will be happy with you.'' 
 
''Is he ever?'' I asked my sister. 
 
''No, with good reason. What if He had been living in that town? He could be anywhere, at any time, so stand up straight and show Him what we're made of.'' my sister said, more convincingly than I ever had. 
 
''The Eternal Wanderer will find us when he wants to, not when we want to.'' I said, shaking my head.''Besides, I do not think he would look particularly favourable on us now anyway. The Fifth Horde is the weakest of them all. Of all the kings who have reunited the tribe, Maero was the weakest, and his son is even weaker.'' I said, shaking my head.''Shush.'' my sister said, her eyes on fire. Well, I was n't too blind to see the love that she exuded while fighting alongside him in battle, but I did n't feel like giving in. 
 
''What are we even doing here, anyway? The Eternal Wanderer was said to wander the southern wastes, not these ripe lands. I fear the king has been clouded by the prospect of laying waste to these defenseless, booty rich lands.'' 
 
''The priesthood earlier said it was the north, where he supposedly built his castle of frost to fight the armies of Winter every night, then the east, where he broke the sea and stopped its march. We did n't find Him in the north or the east. The south will just be another false myth. That is not how we will find Him. Only by once again proving our worth will He lead us to conquer the world once more.'' 
 
''That is one interpretation. Is proving our worth simply waging war?'' I responded coolly.''But, truth be told, not the one I subscribe to. Perhaps you should join the priestesshood, sister, enlighten me on my follies. Though I think being the arch-priestess would diminish your prospects with the king.'' I said, winking. She did n't respond as we entered the camp. 
 
 My predictions were proven right. Another custom came in effect: The tribe would unite and the tribe would get shattered. The Fifth Horde met its end on the fields of Aeris, near the sea. The coalition arrayed against by those countries we had deemed defenseless outnumbered us three-to-one and indeed destroyed us. They entered the camps and slaughtered our people, who fled into the directions of the four winds. 
 
 With a few of my comrades I fled to the south. After the disaster at the fields we reunited many groups to renounce the bountiful lands of the west and convinced them to seek the Wanderer in the wastes. Thus, what we dubbed the Sixth Horde marched to the south, hoping that the Wanderer would finally grant us an audience with him. My people, they sought so desperately for the mythical days of glory. Though it sounds heretical, I do not think He will ever grant us an audience, or ever relieve us. Age has wearied my piousness, and the clothes around my neck of the priesthood feel foreign, alien. I can only hope that the next generations will get to see Him, to know His wisdom and His strength. I hope I am wrong. 
 

