Last night father awoke me in the middle of night. Being awaken after a long day of hard labor did not make me so pleased, but I can't just dismiss my father. This night he introduced me to a shadowy cloaked figure I've never seen before in our camp. His hands was brighter than the moon and it seemed that he was not eating well, during his bleak appearance. My father had to explain to me that it is time to learn some about the different aspects of being a chief.
Yossarian, as the master of Ears is called, represented the Shadow Council, the ears and eyes of the Chief. It has so come to pass that one of the sages of the Council had a vision of a young warrior being attacked by animals in the middle of the night, butchered during his rest after a long day. The Sage did also mention a landscape neither of our elders or sages knew, coming to the conclusion Yossarian wanted to warn my father about: It seems we are not alone, cause this dream was channeled from the real world.
I was walking this morning, slightly disturbed about that I actually did not know everyone in our settlement as I noticed the same cold hands, broken and skinny selling skins and curios at the marked. The piercing woodlike eyes of Yossarian greeted me. "Is there something I can assist you with, young one?".
I praise the gods that Yossarian is a friend and not a foe.