The Banquet for the Tribal Chiefs
A vision, a decision and an admission
It was a cold winter night, when the three Moons of Ghorandor, were shining brightly, in the red sky. The wolves howled at the three blood moons and the serpents went out to feast on the sleeping hunters and their families.
That night Chief Jurandhaal could not sleep, he was tossing and turning in his bed and disturbed his concubines, as they slept. He arose from his bed and went to his luxurious bed on the large terrace, under the moons and the stars. He sipped his wine and ate fruits from the bowl of gold beside his bed.
The five Gods, of Ghorandor visited Chief Jurandhaal, who was the wealthiest and most powerful leader.
“Jurandhaal, we need your help. There is an army of darkness preparing to invade your world,” said the God Hurana, in his long flowing silver robes.
“We need you to collect an army to fight this army of darkness before they leave the realm of the Dead,” said Ferinya, the Goddess of Beauty.
“How do I get this army of warriors,” asked the puzzled Chief Jurandhaal, “to fight the army of darkness?”
“You know what must be done,” said Ahuris, the God of War.
“You have many friends who are strong and powerful like you,” said Volapan, the God of Wisdom.
“The children in the tribes are strong. You know what must be done,” said Zoranna, the Mother Goddess.
When Chief Jurandhall awoke the next morning, he announced a large banquet the next day. The tribal Chiefs of all seven tribes were invited, but their families were not allowed to attend.
The next day, great celebrations took place in the palace of Chief Jurandhaal. His ten children were upset. He told them that they needed to protect the palace, the Kingdom and the people of the land. Chief Ghorandor spoke to his wife and made special preparations for the special day.
The doors to the banquet hall were closed while the Chiefs ate food, and drank flagons of wine. The musicians played, while the dancing girls performed their routines, as the fire eaters ate flames, the jester entertained them with comedy and the magician performed his magic tricks.
The party went on till late at night. The next morning, when the doors to the banquet hall remained shut, the doors were broken open to find all the Chiefs were dead, having been poisoned and bitten by the serpents of Valgrish. The bodies of the Chiefs were to be placed in a separate room, till the three Red Moons of Ghorandor turned green.
In the Realm of the Dead, the five Gods of Ghorandor stood with their warrior chiefs and armies as they faced the Armies of Darkness.
The war continued between the warrior Chiefs, the Gods, and the demon warriors of the Armies of Darkness. The war was fierce and it seemed to be one where there would be no victors. Just as all hope was lost, there was a surprise on the battlefield when the young and strong sons and daughters, appeared on the battlefield. This changed the course of the battle between good and evil. The young warriors turned the tide of the battle and it was won by the Gods, the warriors and their children in the Realm of the Dead.
One day after the banquet, the three Red Moons of Ghorandor turned Green. The warriors and their young children returned to the land of the living, which was a special gift given to them by their Gods. The children followed their fathers while disobeying the orders of their mothers, as only by dying in this life, could they enter the kingdom of the dead.
Some battles must be fought in this world and there are other battles that must be fought on the other side, to maintain that all so delicate balance between good and evil.
