I had the dream again last night. The dream I cannot tell you of but it is better if I show you.
The fires of Kelutral, my Hometree. The home on fire, babies dead, children and women and elders slaughtered in cold blood. I was very young then but I see it so clearly, as if it were yesterday. This was done in cold blood, not by the sky people. But by the monsters of Akolia. One of the clan dominated lands, the low land rain forests, of Kathara (The Mother cradle/ Fatherland.) the place my family once called home. The Fires in Kathros, burned angrily that night. My brother Kan'tsu did not explain to me and my other sibling 'til much later on in our lvies. He said the High Council, the Katharan Summit of elders was not happy with my father the Kathrosian Olo 'Eyktan at that time, because he wanted the position of Makahnao, or High Ruler the Olo 'Eyktan of Olo'Eyktans. But he would not conform to what they wanted. And because of that Kathros burned. They took my home, though me and a small band of refugees escaped. We now reside as members of the Omaticaya clan. Or the Blue Flute clan. This is much before the sky people, and that Jakesully, Toruk Makto came this is before that. When most kids had innocence, but not the kids from Kathros, our innocence like many other things had been taken from us, just because some proud old sods were angry with my father the great Ahaz IV. My name is Akitri Ahaz'itan Rousc'ala. In kathardic, the language of my homeland I am called Akitrius Ahazica Ultor. This is my story, the one that really matters