It was a cold night. The fire crackled loudly as the sounds of the wild stood around them. The Sun God Emperor strode into the foreign camp. He was young, but his eyes seemed a hundred years old. He stared around at the men. No one moved for fear kept them from doing any such thing. IT was their Chief, Tecumneh, who first adressed the man,
"Why do you come to our village, Aduawatha? We have done your nation no wrong. We simply live here in peace."
"I do not come with thoughts intentions of waging any war. Nor would I like to see any kind be brought to these pure lands. Blood has never fell on these sacred grounds, I have come to try and prevent it to happen ever. I come bringing you a prophecy I had." The camp stared in awe, it had been long since the spirits had made contact.
"What happened?"
"I have been told by the shaman of its meaning. I stood on the shores of a lake. But its end was infanite. I could not see, the very waters seemed to tip over the horizon into darkness. But then I was carried, and I saw war. I saw fire. I saw destruction and death. The fire was like no other, it spread over the water and the fish lay dead upon its surface. I know not what evil it is, but it engulfed me. I was consumed by it. I think the spirits are warning us of something. Whatever this evil is, no one tribe can stop it. It will take all the tribes to unite if we are to succeed.
We will have to bear arms and unite. Only in a union of our people may we win. Stand by me and we can grow beyond any people before or after us."
The camp was in awe. The Emperor smoked the peace pipe. He handed it the Chief. But he did not smoke it, what he did was put his head low and bowed.