Within the Six Moon Shamans' Temple…
As Blue fire burned by torches, held by statues of the Ancient Juju, Moon Juju, lied a pedestal of marble that held on top a scroll of blue.
It unfurled itself to reveal its tale of great Juju history and a prophecy to be told.
Before the time of man, before the Jujus cultivated the jungles into the realm of the mortal, there were the Ancient Jujus, Builders of Realms.
They were the first ten Juju to be created from the Primordial Realm, Magic Juju, Light Juju, Time Juju, Space Juju, Moon Juju, Sun Juju, Nature Juju, Water Juju, Sky Juju, and Darkness Juju. With the powerful magic, they were born with as they built multiple realms, teeming with life as more Jujus were born. It was not exceedingly long before the Juju created their stroke of great genius or by great accident and luck, humans.
The humans were gift intelligence and more practical use as they worshiped the Jujus and fueled their great magic and egos. The Juju Elders, which was that the Ancient Jujus called themselves, set the laws on how humans and chose the first human tribes to worship them.
For Magic Juju was the tribe of the Great La'Vuuta Tribe, for Light Juju the great Brightly Tribe, for Time Juju the Mind Raider Tribe, for Space Juju, it was the Gravity Defiers Tribe, for Sun Juju it was the Hojununu Tribe, for Nature Juju it was the Drawl Druid Tribe, for Water Juju the Swollen River Tribe, for Sky Juju it was the Eaglevesten Tribe, for Darkness the Tribe of the Black Mist, and for Moon Juju it was her great and powerful Pupununu Tribe.
These tribes were legendary for their connections to the Jujus and the people that became the first Shamans. However, most tribes of those days depended on only one Shaman to keep their magic strong while Moon Juju knew that no one person can shoulder all the world's problems and created a system. She picked six to become her Shamans, five each a master in the five points of the Juju Harmony, connections to the powers granted by juju, Spirit, Weather, Dreams, Magic, and Nature, while the sixth, the High Shaman is the master of all five points and keeps balance with the other Shamans and their powers.
The Moon Juju then gifted a shaman a Moonstone. If they ever needed her, the six shamans must unite the six moonstones to her temple of the Lunar Light and place them in the slots.
The Pupununu then dubbed their great kingdom-like tribe, Crescent. For generations, the Moon Goddess' human tribe became a beautiful and thriving kingdom of greatness with every Chief being renown and great. They were known for their vast riches, supreme culture, strict military, amazing spenders, marvelous trade, adequate bathrooms, and a mastery of Juju Power. It was the light of the Moon's greatness.
But for there to be light, there must be shadow and darkness.
No one truly knows what happened that fateful night, but the great Kingdom fell with their great Chief and the people vanished into the woods, hidden away from the eyes of the Jujus, and protected by the Moon Juju.
Broken, lost, and lacking the luster it once held, the people still cling to hope through the Pupununu People's Prophecy. The Prophecy stated that the great warriors trained by the High Shaman, will one day defeat the servants and king of Darkness, and restore the light of Crescent. It will all begin with betrayal and the fleeting powers of the moon.
The scroll then rolled back into its sealed state as the lights flickered away into darkness.
In the Forbidden Grounds of Shroud…
As the purple mist hissed through the hot rocks that burned by the corrupted landscape was a hooded man with two magical, dwarf-sized living voodoo dolls.
The area was eerie and repulsive as it smelt of the dead or when someone has not cleaned the toilet for seven years. The moon could not be seen from the shadowy clouds that linger in the sky as thunder can be softly heard. The land itself was covered in brambles and jagged rocks that would make it near impossible to walk barefoot without magic or very thick foot protection.
The hood man wondered the land as his dimwitted servants followed him.
"Hm, mmhmm hmhmh mhmhm? (Boss, are you certain we should be here?)" The tall thin one with a mouth sewn together wondered.
"Wats'ta matter, Needles. Scared of da dark like da whimp ya are?" His fatter counterpart mocked greatly as it angered the cloth creature.
The two began to argue as the man then silenced them.
"Quiet, you fools. This land belongs to the Black Mist. If they discover us, we will be executed on sight." The hooded man sneered as he could see something in the distance, "There it is. The Altar of the Eternal Wrath."
There it stood, massive, terrifying, and mostly unhygienic as there was a giant obsidian statue of a Skull with red magical ruby eyes. Within its massive mouth was a shrine with an Evil Juju sculpture with six arms with hands open for offerings.
The hooded man grinned madly as he snapped for his minions to get to work. In their puppet-like hands were dark purple candles with black markings looking like skulls. They placed each candle in the hand of the sculpture then stepped away for their master to reach the shrine.
In the Hooded Man's hands was a dark tiki that looked like a Vampire Bat for him to place on the Altar in front of the sculpture, causing the candles to magically light with dark purple and blue flames. Then the man began to chant something twisted, causing the flames to flicker and swivel and the eyes of the sculpture to glow.
But as he was chanting, vampire bats began to swarm the altar, causing the voodoo dolls to cower and hug each other from the unnatural sight.
He kept chanting and chanting until his lips were numb and yet, there was no Juju in sight, just a swarm of vampire bats taking nest.
"Blasted Chant. I should have known that sage was a goof. All it did was sent me a colony of stupid bats." The man cursed as he felt failure on his shoulders.
"Hey, now that's no way of talking about your caller's pet, now." A thousand voices that were exactly the same spoke in a Southern Voice.
It startled the man as he searched for the source.
"W-who said that?" He stuttered as he saw all the bat chuckle simultaneously.
"I did, through my pets. I am a very, very busy Juju and all, so I decided this approach would be better." The Juju answered through the bats.
"F-forgive, great Juju. I have been disrespectful." The hooded man bowed and trembled as the bats sniffed him and glared.
Then all at once, the fluttered around him, removing his hood and knocking him on his back!
When the bats settled, the man picked himself up to reveal that he was the Spirit Shaman, Tlaloc of the Pupununu People.
"Pupununu? A Pupununu on the sacred altar summoning me?" The voice sneered as the bats' eyes glowed possessed red.
"W-wait! Please, oh great Juju! I am not here to anger you! I wish to strike a deal with you and as proof that my words are true, I bring you this." Tlaloc begged as he riffled through his pockets and undid the cloth to reveal a moonstone.
The bats then settled down as their eyes no longer glowed.
"My, a moonstone. Wouldn't Moon Juju be greatly offended if you gave this ultimate treasure that possessed a sixth of her great power? Let alone to little ol' me?" The Bats smirked as the looked at the stone with great interest.
"Moon Juju… Pathetic… She chose that fool over me and allowed her own worshipers to burn! I no longer see her as my Juju! No, I wish to become one, myself." The Spirit Shaman explained, causing the surprised Juju that possessed the bats to laughed boisterously.
Tlaloc quivered at the sound as he covered his ears from echoes of a thousand and yet one voice.
"So, that's it. You came here to free yourself from the shackles of mortals and become a Juju. Interesting… So, what is your plan?"
"If I take the Moonstones and destroy Moon Juju, the remaining Pupununu would be exposed to do what you and your Master wishes, then you make me a Juju." He offered as the Juju took interest in his proposition.
"You are willing to bring the death of your people to become a Juju Spirit? That is diabolical, twisted, cruel… I think I'll like you. Very well."
Then suddenly, a floating scroll appeared, revealing to be a contract as Tlaloc gazed with excitement, while his minions cower with fear.
"Just dot it with your blood and we'll be in business." The Juju explained.
Tlaloc did not hesitate as he pricked his find and smeared the small drop of blood to the paper, suddenly caused it the blood to transform into his name and the contract to disappear.
"There, I will grant you some of my power to help with your mission, but this is your mission alone and know this, mortal. Failure is unwise, especially to a Juju like me."
With that, the bats fluttered away, leaving Tlaloc alone.
It was time to break his chains.