THE 3 CURRENT TRIBES

Once upon an impending natural disaster. Which would be compromised of some super ultra mega storms. There lived 3 tribes they were Hayten,Waytin and Contemplaytun. As we peered down on theses tribes in these perilous times we see a couple from THE HAYTEN TRIBE they are a very attractive couple with a very handsome sun. Their estate is well endowed with fields of fruit and grain and healthy livestock an abundance of oxen and sheep.The water by their estate teeming with fish. It seems that their positions in life are very much glorified by the looks of their chariots made of a variety of precious metals adorned with highly admired stones.Their garments woven of the finest materials by the best tailors and seamstress.The couples abode is formed out of the best slates of marble and granite. As we approach closer we can see the couple having a conversation with discontent on their faces how can this be. For all that they have.
They should be preparing to evacuate a super ultra mega storm is on the horizon. They are too busy communicating with each other with scowls on their faces and arms folded which is hard to believe for such an attractive,lovely couple to place their faces in anyhow. These members of THE HAYTEN TRIBE is too concerned with being envious of their neighbors who apparently do not have more than them. With the couple singing the same old song "who do they think they are"? As time is always in a constant state of motion as the Earth is they did not realize the storm struck with a swift powerfull blow winds of such gale force it still did not remove the look of discontent off their faces nor did it remove them as their arms were folded in an unsocial manner. This is not cute. This is serious.With devastating destruction all about them. The storm created mudslides and flooded the waterways. Before they knew their sun was washed away in the flood never to be seen by them again.
As the storm has occurred and is occurring in this land in which these 3 current tribes dwell in. Their also lived THE WAYTIN TRIBE. They were a tribe of physically endowed warriors who have conquered many enemies and won many battles against all kinds of enemies.They were a well disciplined tribe of warriors who never fell victim to gluttony,laziness or suffering from the disease that caused people to have their mouths attached to the wine jar. These strong dark warriors were of myth and legend. The reason why people fear the dark phantoms who accompanied Death on the river Styx. However they were not frighten to journey to new lands at the command of their general. They are very loyal. As many people are scared to death of death. So scared that they are scared to death to live their lives. They were not. They have faced giants,demons and all sorts of foes and dealt with them accordingly. They face a new challenger now.
The natural disaster compromising of super ultra mega storms bringing with them an unstoppable power. As they stood their in rank standing tall loyal to their general. Not once did anyone thinking of taking shelter. Maybe they thought they could fight it. However this was not the case. Their general had received word that his grandsun was washed away in a flood. And went to look for him. His strong powerfull warriors were of every shade and hue. No matter what as they looked upon each other. They were brothers aligned with the same kindred spirit. That helped them fight by,with and for one another. With no one commanding them they did not move.As they stood there together this particular storm was of a different kind. It came as a breeze it even made dust devils. Which are cyclone in nature miniature tornado's they were the scouts taunting the warriors then a gust then a stream of air that surrounded them. As it blew and continuously not letting up once. It blew debris sand and rock hurling all kinds of objects in its path.Stinging sands hitting their bodies with incredible force. Without saying excuse me. This was an unforgivable storm. The storm kept on and on and on and on . In its snare The warriors stood unable to see if this mega sandstorm had uprooted any of their comrades who may have fell victim to its unrelenting attack. As time went on the sand began enveloping at their feet to their ankles they were being immersed in sand dust and dirt. With no general giving them any orders to flee this inevitable super storm. They were swallowed whole. Some tribe members say that the mountains men climbed is made of their bodies.
As we continue on we meet THE CONTEMPLAYTUN TRIBE. Now this tribe consisted of members of the high council they appear to be the political force in the land. They seem to be the think tanks. They wore white robes to distinguish them as the majority the decision makers. They have compiled data received by them from their swiftest messengers. Who swiftly ran and rode horses some with chariots some without to report on the costly damage of the storm. Something is amidst hear. How can these seemingly older members of the land seemed to have escaped the storm. Whereas they are able to read and hear about the storm that has already ravaged the land and seemingly have gone on its way. Why of course these statesmen. Had weather observers who told them about the super ultra mega storm. No wonder why they were in a secure location. Had they not evacuated in advance before the storms coming. They too would have been washed away in a flood or buried alive. Had they not received the knowledge and took initiative to act on it. This is very selfish of them. However they only shared the info with those that they sought fit. Being that it was only 10 of them. As they are seated in their chambers in a secure location. Until the time arrives for them resurface. They are cared for by servants that they took with them to this seemingly safe place. They have shelter,food and much supplies. They are not without. Not caring for any of their countrymen. Who elected them to these seats of high power. The 10 members of the high council frolic in the harness of their own safety. Especially knowing that that the servants are doing most of the laboring and receiving scraps and crumbs. They the high and mighty council keep to themselves the lump sums. They have filled their eyes with visions of servants serving them. They have filled their ears with their conversations of their schemes and plots that is music to their their ears and their ears only.
They are very comfortable with having so much of what they want by the blood sweat and tears and misery of others. The only things they are without is blisters,pain hunger. For all those that have done so much for them. As a new day arises as it usually does without hesitation. They are feasting on freshly slaughtered animals of all kinds and freshly picked fruits. All of this has come about by the workings of their servants whom the 10 members of the council feel they should be gratefull for their positions. As they are not sharing they send their servants away. The servants use their free time wisely away.Away from the cruel politicians to their politicking.
A rumble is heard. The members look up slowly to full to react quickly. Still holding on to a pork roast. Ash,smoke and smolder fills the room. Molten rock pieces drop on their white cloth of their table. Creating a inferno a firestorm they never escaped.