Sunday, May 14th 2017

Jeffery woke up, for 1 second, to see himself falling of his 25 inch bed while during his daily, bed turning, his head hit the floor and he passed out, Cold. This was the day where Jeffery Jones ceased to exist on earth. For, he had died falling off his 25 inch bed. A comical end, to his story on earth, and the beginning of a new one.

After Jeffery had died, his soul naturally left his body and proceeded to travel towards, the underworld, were he would drink the granny's soup and forget everything, and reincarnate into someone else, with a different life, weather good or bad.

While his soul was traveling through space, the cosmic wind, which only happens once every hundred million years was passive, as it was a wild part of the heavens which could not be controlled , it was allowed, to run free and do as it pleases.

As his soul was traveling through space, it was hit by a small part of air from the cosmic wind, a part so small that it only as big as an ant, yet, that enough was able to sent his soul tumbling millions of light years off course to a planet 2 times as big as Jupiter.

Luckily, for the soul it was only hit by an extremely small piece of wind other wise it would have been incinerated by the cosmic wind.As he got close to the planet the small piece of cosmic wind fused into his soul. This process took 100 years, to be completed, all while the soul was unconscious. It took another 600 years for his soul to reach the giant planet.

While his soul arrive, the laws of the heavens mistook the soul for one without memory and sent it towards, a small barbarian tribe deep inside of a giant forest.

The soul instantly traveled there, and quickly sank into the belly of a plan looking 25 year old female.

Her name was, Mary. She is the wife of a small barbarian hunter in the tribe. Her husband's jobs is to hunt for the tribe, and her job is to cook and clean.

Of course this was not only their job, it was the jobs of every female in the tribe except for the wife or wives, of the hunting teams and the tribe chief. Their wives get to relax, and enjoy the feeling of being royalty.While none of the other people without status dislike this.

There was a saying in the tribe, "Might makes right". If you have the strength then take what you want. If not, then shut up and endure, or get killed, or punished, which have happened to those before who dared to speak out.

Even though the tribe have been here for thousands of years, in every generation there is a brave soul who dared to speak out, and were made an example of.

Thus, whenever children are born they are immediately thought this when they become able to learn.While it was a barbarian tribe, there was set rules in the tribe.

Rape is never allowed, no matter what your position, if it is known, then you will be publicly executed, even if you were the chief, as even the chief was only a bit stronger than the other hunting squad leaders. He is very replaceable.

The shamen, of the tribe is to be respected by all, for he is the backbone of the tribe, he is the elder who guard the tribe secrets and manage the tribe resources.His power is greater than all but the rules, still apply to him as well.

The Last rule is if you have believe that you have the strength, then you can challenge anyone in the tribe for their position, that is if you have the strength, if you lose then, you have lost your right to challenge for the rest of your life. If you win then your right to challenge, is retained, and you can challenging someone with a higher for his position.