This is my first written story to be published for any and all to read. I have been waiting for both free and imaginative writing to come up in my studies, but so far, my requests and hopes have been in vain. So I will be writing here, just for the sake of getting these stories on record. Please criticize to your normal or strict standards, review, or praise, something to give me feedback. Thank you for reading.

The few times a true leader has been confused are the times when history is made, and outcomes are nearly always decided. This is one such time. One man remembers such a time, and his name is Sejong.

Sejong only can describe it as popping into existence. His language floods his mind, and he knows of all things a basic education can teach. He feels something soft on his skin, a resemblance towards water, yet solid and dry. Glancing down, he realizes it is a fabric of sorts, some kind of..what would he call it? Ah, clothing. He should have known straight away. A civilized man's attire for the day should feel familiar. Realizing that basic motor functions were unimpeded for the moment, Sejong gets to his feet. A noise that can only be known as shuffling feet reaches his ears. Turning quickly, Sejong becomes affiliated with something we know today as Déjà vu. He sees people with a faint red tinge to their clothing, and they're separated into two groups. One group contains people in rather excessive clothing, with the females wearing what looked like many layers of thick clothing, while the men wore everyday laboring clothes. Most of the women carried baskets, while men had a sack slung over their back. With them were exotic creatures which we know as mules, carrying quite a load of equipment, tools strung across the sides of bags, which in turn were strapped upon the mule's backsides.

The second group was purely male, with nothing other than sticks with rocks jammed either to the top or through the middle. Crude, but Sejong presumed that they would be very effective in bloodying someone up in a melee fight. These men had rather burly builds, with broad shoulders and very well muscled forearms. Their expressions said everything about their feelings, even though they would learn to conceal them later. First were expressions of confusion and observation. Then were they recognition, determination, and a little bit of fear thrown in the mix. Sejong observed similar expressions on the faces of the travelers, and got the feeling that they were all meant to be here, or were seriously lost. Sejong assumed it was the former.

Deciding to be the leader he was meant to be, Sejong addressed them all as people he was familiar with, to hopefully soothe any feelings of either anxiety or hostility towards a man whom had suddenly appeared in their midst. Or had they appeared together? Sejong wanted that to be answered as soon as possible. But now was not quite the time for 20 questions.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I realize that you are confused about this whole affair, and I must admit, as am I. But do not fret, I feel a resolution can be agreed upon. You all seem to have an affiliation with the start of something. It is clearly displayed upon your attire, and your items. The many things I do not know, I wish to be answered. I will consult a few of you once I know more about you and the situation. But for now, I feel a shelter is advisable, as something tells me it is to be. Whether it is instinct or some higher being, I cannot know as of yet. We can make a.. a settlement. We will survive to tell this tale to the unborn millions which may depend on your decisions. Let us settle here, and prosper while we can."

The people applauded Sejong, and he felt that something was just accomplished thanks to a few big words and quick thinking. And, Sejong felt that a minor weight was lifted from his shoulders, as though he had just initiated the progress of something big.

The settlement group had managed to pitch a few tents before nightfall, but they needed laborers to establish anything bigger than some hovels and a fire. The 'Warrior' group was huddled around the fire, chatting about any manner of things, of which Sejong had no intention of interrupting. The people needed to get used to him being the one to take charge of the worst situations, and that was no way to get them anymore comfortable than they already are. So, Sejong lay his head upon a primitive wooden headrest, and resolved to let the minds of the people make their own changes for now. The rest, he would deal with the next day. Little did he know how strange the next day would be.