In the midst of a forest, surprisingly not too far away from civilization, was a tribe. Most of the inhabitants had left to join modern culture, being promised from men who visited a better, easier life, and very few decided to stay. One of those members who remained loyal was Haingeeloboskuaah (whose name is far too long and complicated for someone outside the tribe to pronounce), a young teenage member who was the son of the chief. Sometimes he felt as if his father found him incompetent, sending him out to complete tasks such as collecting water and bamboo reeds, although he never complained. Maybe one day he'd be a great hunter just like his father and the few other men within the tribe.
He stood by the lake, about to bend down to his knees and fill his grass-woven basket with water, when he heard a noise from behind him. That was odd. It was too early for other members of his tribe to be out, so it couldn't be them. He spun around quickly, speaking English the best that he could. "Hello? Out is anybody?"
