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The Song of M’Bachaka
At the beginning there was nothing.
Nothing but M’Bachaka.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
And he sang.
And in his singing, he saw the entirety of existence.
From beginning to end.
And he was always there.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
He sought to make that happen.
And so, cutting both of his legs, he created two wolves of life.
The Wise White Wolf with a black spot in his forehead.
The Great Black Wolf with a white spot in his forehead.
Both from M’Bachaka.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
And he himself became the Universe.
The mighty wolves, following the purpose for what they were created
Made the Sun, made the Moon, made the stars, made the galaxies.
But specially, made the Earth, or Catau in the ancient forgotten tongue of nature.
And filled it with creatures.
Small creatures.
Big creatures.
Short creatures.
Large creatures.
Flying creatures.
And some that swam.
And some that crawled.
All in the name of M’Bachaka.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
And in his image the mighty wolves made Humans, Hanaam.
They were to take care of Catau, and every creature in it.
Live peacefully with them, as brothers and sisters.
But the mighty wolves disagreed for the first time
When one made some creatures more powerful than others
And some wiser than others.
And Hanaam were divided.
Some followed The Wise White Wolf with a black spot in his forehead.
Some followed The Great Black Wolf with a white spot in his forehead.
Some wanted to conquer, in order to protect better once in power.
Some wanted to commune, in order to prevent needing protection from one more powerful.
And it started small.
Some creatures turning against their brothers and sisters
Attacking them and eating them.
Others wanted peace, and did not want to hurt others.
Then it escalated;
Wars ensued.
Big wars.
Devastating wars.
Among the creatures.
Among Hanaam.
The mighty wolves saw differences between what they had created and
The song of M’Bachaka.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
So, the Wise White Wolf with a black spot in his forehead approached the greatest Hanaam.
And the Great Black Wolf with a white spot in his forehead approached the wisest Hanaam.
They talked to them in their dreams.
And they sang the song of M’Bachaka.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
And both Hanaam opened their eyes.
And they knew what had to be done.
They fought centuries to the highest position
And they were respected as the wisest Hanaam and the greatest Hanaam.
Together they united Hanaam again.
They accomplished what no one had before.
They found balance within the gifts the mighty wolves had given them.
That way Hanaam evolved into a new stage.
But the creatures did not follow the Hanaam.
Some got jealous because the mighty wolves had approached them.
Some did not want anything to do with the mighty wolves anymore.
And with that new conflict, the brothers and sisters of the Hanaam parted ways.
Some stopped using the ancient forgotten tongue to communicate only with their own.
Some continued to use the ancient forgotten tongue, until they parted ways with it too.
And in that way, unexpectedly, was fulfilled the true song of M’Bachaka.
The great M’Bachaka.
The wise M’Bachaka.
