Story: Of Undulala and Aquinas

## Foreword

In this story we follow Auinas, one of the Aepruun, and Undulala, one of the Hamah'alah. We see them work out a pidgin language as the Hamah'alah welcome the Aepruun into West AtSoO. Eventually, especially when the Wypruun begin showing up, the peaceful coexistence between peoples deteriorates. Undulala and Aquinas work very hard to restore order and peaceful relations but never really do. Then we watch the two of them pass away.

In this story I want to accomplish several things including showing more of the history of AtSoO and exploring that scenario where two or more peoples are forced to live in one of the peoples' lands.

The story really stinks right now and Im not very far along with it and so I am open to hearing peoples thoughts about what I can do with it. I especially would like to hear from people who are experts in the histories of the native peoples of america and the settlers who came from the east.

## The Story

### Chapter 01

Aquinas barely knew his parents. He knew an awful lot about walking with no destination to speak of.

The funny thing about the impassable mountains, and wild AtSoO in general, is that you set out on your journey east only to realize later that you have been heading north or south, or even west.

Aquinas traveled with twelve other adults, both men and women. Some of them were paired off. Most were not. Bringing a life into this endless pilgrimage was not something to take lightly.

For four generations Aquinas' people had been wandering in the wilderness. Or so Aquinas believed. Written word and recorded history, or even a decent oral tradition was luxury that his people hadn't been able to afford for a long time.

There were trees and some grasses and harsh vegetation in the mountains. Aquinas' people had fashioned wooden weapons and various articles of clothing from what they came across, which was seldom game. There was little huntable wildlife in the impassable mountains. There was however wildlife that hunted them.

The reason for their being in this wilderness, Aquinas guessed, was because of some transgression made by their ancestors in some long ago age. Surely, the vestigial civilized traits that his people couldn't get rid of in four generations were evidence that they once were more than they are now.

They occasionally encountered other wanderers in the wilderness. Sometimes they came together. Sometimes they killed each other. And so groups were in flux.

One day, a chilly spring day unless Aquinas missed his guess, he and his people were traveling, hopefully east, when Aquinas saw the strangest thing. It was a bird with a fruited branch in its beak.

The trees in the impassable mountains did not bear fruit like this. Surely it was a sign of better things to come.

Forty more days they traveled.

The fruited branch that Aquinas had seen that day had given him hope, and as they journeyed, they encountered more signs that they were headed towards a place of greater abundance. The trees grew taller and more lush, providing shade and sustenance for the weary travelers. Aquinas noticed that the air felt different, cleaner somehow. His people's coughs and wheezes lessened as they breathed in the fresh mountain air.

As they traveled, they encountered other groups of wanderers who seemed to be heading in the same direction. Aquinas' people were wary at first, but the other groups were friendly and shared what they had. Together they made their way towards a valley that seemed to stretch on forever, with rolling hills and fields of tall grass swaying in the breeze.

As they drew closer, they saw that the valley was inhabited by a people that they had never seen before. They were not like Aquinas' people, who were lean and hardy from their years of exodus.

Also, they had dark skin. Aquinas and his group approached them.

The people of the valley looked at the wanderers with surprise and some suspicion. They had never seen anyone like Aquinas and his people before. Their clothes were much nicer than anything Aquinas and his people wore. And their weapons were as well.

A tall, muscular man with a deep, booming voice approached Aquinas and his people. He spoke a language that Aquinas had never heard before, but through gestures and some basic phrases, they were able to communicate.

The valley people were curious about Aquinas and his people. They had never encountered anyone who lived in the mountains for generations. They offered them food and water, which Aquinas' people were grateful for.

They followed the dark-skinned people to a village where they were introduced to a woman named Undulala, who appeared to be their leader.

As they sat and ate together, Aquinas noticed that the valley people had more advanced technology than his people did. They had tools made from metal, and their clothes were woven from soft fabrics.

There was some tension between Aquinas' people and these dark-skinned natives but Aquinas, who had been put in a position of leadership, and Undulala seemed to have some sort of chemisty. Her husband was among the tense, however.

Undulala.

All but Aquinas are kicked out of the native homes and refused reentry.

Not far from Undulala's village, Aquinas' people erected a town of their own. While the other foreigners did likewise to the north.

With such abundance, the foreigners populations exploded and they used their numbers to go to war with each other.

As populations grew and fighting began to scar the land, the indigenous people decided to stop their hands off approach and step in.

### Chapter

Undulala was born to native parents in West AtSoO long before the Kingdom Calendar was implemented. Like her people, she had dark skin and dark hair. But Undulala had unusual yellow/green eyes.

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The first light skins began appearing hundreds of years before the Kingdom of Aeisouryw was founded and its calendar developed and implemented.

There were two main groups of them, the dark haired and the light haired, and they seemed to be at constant odds with each other.

The dark haired light skins, whose descendants would come to found the Kingdom of Aeisouryw, had decent relations with the natives.

The light haired light skins barely seemed able to get along with their own kind.

The indigenous people generally were nothing more than observers of the foreigners, using their woodcraft to track the ongoings of the light skins from safe distances, unobserved.

The light skin population began to explode. They began settling larger and larger swaths of land. But they were still welcoming towards the natives and benefitted from trade with them.

A native leader, Touren, did not like what was happening and he began to rally support to his cause: putting the light skins in their place.

Tension began to develop between the natives and the light skins and trade became stressed.

The light skins continued to settle more and more land. While clearing one large swath, they mowed down a native sanctuary.

This was the last straw for Touren. He gave an impassioned speech to a large group of native warriors.

They set out to bring justice to the foreigners.

A bloody battle occured, the natives killing hundreds of light skins.

The light skins began taking extra defensive measures and grew defensively hostile towards natives.

Trade struggled.

Undulala and Aquinas tried very hard to restore peace and acceptable relations.

The light skin population continued to grow and they settled what would eventually become the capitol city of Aeisouryw.

The natives did not like what was happening to the land as it was settled by the light skins and they began to migrate south, very slowly.

Touren tried very hard to prevent the migration but his standing in the community had been diminished as a consequence of his actions in bringing battle to those light skins.

Soon all but the villages in the lands around what would become Aeisouryw were settled by the light skins and the native's way of life little resembled what it looked like a couple hundred years earlier.

Many moved south, for the north was being settled by the light haired light skins, slowly, however; and, the north did not have the resources that the natives valued.

The natives saw the need for coherence in their population and a great tree top village began to grow rapidly.

Trade continued to exist between the natives and the foreigners but it was stressful.

Over time, Touren's following grew slowly.

One day, Touren felt that he had enough force to take a fight to the light skins.

Touren and his force inflicted great damage on the light skinned community before they were finally stretched too thin. The light skins sent them packing and killed Touren.

During Touren's rampage, a passionate light skin, Haldred, began his own following, one that considered the natives as something akin to enemies.