I leave the cabin and I see a guy face down on the ground crying. No bawling his eyes out about the injustice of the world. There's even a puddle starting to form. I look next to me and Sharsha is looking at this scene with surprising worried eyes. Oh no they fine now. She runs over to a bag and opens the top. She looks inside and breathes a sigh of relief.

I’m guessing that sad guy is perhaps the package- no the mailman. Well then it explains a lot actually if I needed to make my way through this jungle delivering mail just to make a living I too would be complaining about the injustice of the world at large. But he’s really going for it.

I can also see a pig rolling in some mud by the river. Oh wait that's not a pig. That's just Adria playing in the mud. She caked in it. I really need to be a good teacher and make sure she walks the right path. Of course the right path is the path that best suited to my needs which is the current Adria I guess that makes me a good role model.

And not far from her it looks like Rens sitting in a tree. He looks quite relaxed. That good I thought that Ren and Adria might still be fighting. Although I wonder why Ren has covered his face.

Then Sharsha places the package on the ground and takes out a small sack. But surprisingly the opening of the sack actually stretches to contain the larger box before she slides it in only for the sack to return to its size where it can easily be carried in a single hand. She then ties it to her belt.

And then she kicks the crying and sad mailman. She asks him if he is a man. He looks confused but she continues in on how men who cry aren't cool or some other rousing speech but I cannot say I cared enough to listen. He looks like he’s facing his divine saviour. But all I can see is her throwing salt on his wounds.

Well I call out to Adria and Ren “ It’s time to go.”

Then I watch as an almost submerged In mud Adria rise only to shake herself off like a dog. It’s actually quite cute. She purposefully made her way closer to Ren before she did it though.

She runs towards me. Before making a 180 degree turn mid run and grabbing the bags and then running towards me again. Still covered head to toe in mud. What are you trying to do. Is there some, say… predator you need to use mud to hid from. Is it in the trees.

Ren leisurely walks closer to me but first gives a very lazy stretch before hoping down from the tree. I noticed that he walked with a spring in his step. Its less like walking more like many small leaps that cover the size of about two steps. He does this unconsciously from time to time but when it does it makes matching his walking speed annoying. He seem more preoccupied in wiping mud off his clothes than coming towards me. Hmmm ok new plan. Ren you are also getting brainwashed.

Sharsha stops mid motivational speech and makes her way to me. The great and mighty jungle mailman seems confused for just a second but then stands and makes his way towards me.

Ha have no fear for the jungle mailman will always deliver on time. And in mint condition.

Is he coming too? Looks like it. Not that I mind but I would prefer to have know about this beforehand. Well at least I can do my good deed for the year by saving someone from the life of a jungle mailman. It’s ok I too know of the worlds injustice. What a scary adversary you are

‘WORLD!’

to push the jungle mailman to such extremes.

Once the man got close enough to us he said

“Our detections match for know I hope you don’t mind the company.” Ok good I didn’t really want to take this guy all the way their anyway so. But if someone is in need of mail I am happy to help get it their on time. After all it’s not like I am a heartless monster.” Sure we can start traveling together then go our separate ways if when we need to” he gave a nod and walked to the back of the group. Hmm I sense some hidden malice as he looks at Ren or is that just me. Hmmmm I smell annoying things.

I turned to face Sharsha and asked which way

She smiles and points downstream “ just less than two days that way.”

In other words…. Adria gives off a demented laughter and kicks Ren in the shines. I wonder who taught her that.

Its ok remember Adrias brainwashing program. Lets thinks positive… let's think Red.

****** Just under a day later.

“ Sir this might be a problem”

“ I can see”

Before me was a kilometre of destroyed forest. A battle must have taken place here. One between kings. As our custom dictates I the clan head or another who is in the position to lead must personally but in most cases we must send our strongest to avenge all death that occurs during a ritual of growth. There is often hidden knowledge in our peoples teachings.

In this case I the tribe leader have come.

See the truth of our times is actually quite desperate right now. I am still a young king bearly 300 hundred and for I have been the only one in our tribe other than him, to make king for the last seven hundred years. Our neighbor tribe has seven kings one of which is an old monster of 900. Although he does not have the strength to make dragon he is considered close.

But he is also a good man who believes deeply in our peoples traditional sense. In other word he is not a war hungry tribesman instead prefers to hunt beasts for glory.

I agree with this statement but right now he has entered the stage called the final walk. It is something kings of the tribe do when they are faced with old age and expect to die soon and wish to do so on the battlefield. They leave their tribe and find a worthy adversary to fight.

It is a good thing that I would consider myself his friend or he would have massacred my tribe to test for rust in his sword.

See like mine it is a human tribe. And that means that for ever stand up fighter they have ten who walk the path away from our people teachings.

However I am not in a good position with the other tribes near by and I know that they seek a revenge against me. In the tribe revenge is not something done to obtain justice but instead it is by our teaching a natural emotion in response to loss.

It is also stated that revenge should be performed in order to heal the wounds of the heart but should never consume the heart. It is clear that our neighbor tribe is to powerful for the revenge. So they seek weakness in us. Well so long as the elder is their it should be ok.

That is why if that man killed him at any other time I would have loved to have taken him in as a disciple. But it appears that will not be the case. I have a feeling that this will most likely a terrible idea.

I have the feeling I will die soon. It's an odd feeling and one that I have had before. See each and every tribe although users one of the three sword or spear arts each tribe has a different technique. But even among them ours is different. One of its abilities is that I gave a cold sensation down my neck when I am in danger and a great sense to dangerous things that stand slightly outside my perspective. The the second it I know when I will die. This is unheard elsewhere and is in fact a rare ability but it is not why our tribe is so unique. No the technique we use during combat is much more than that.

“ leave”

“ Sir what did you say”

“ I said leave. I sense death might follow me on this one”

“ I understand sir”

But even so we are men of the tribe. We do not hesitate in the face of death we welcome it and the glory it will give. We sip in its face and tell it not today. We are the masters of our own destiny. As our god himself has told us. In the name of the death dragon and the red star I march TO MEET THIS DEATH OF MINE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!.