Clouds blocked the sun in that day. While the armies of Coutzeltal marched onto the Maxiti desert in the far north side of the realm, from the unknown seas came several huge boats that move across the waters. Those ships were huge, far greater than anything the Coutzeltal have ever seen. They called themselves Rodinians. They were strange people who did not understood the ways of the Coutzeltal. They did not believe Sawarin, who was the one to greet them, was a god. They were strange and believed in other strange unknown gods, which Sawarin wished to see but when the sailors of Rodinia showed him wooden images of their gods he asked where are they siting, where is their realm. The Rodinian fingers pointed up into the skies. Sawarin did not understand this, did this people really believed there are gods in the skies? He was a god, and stood before them with all his might yet they preferred to believe in unseen gods that live in the unknown skies. This amused Sawarin but he did not showed his amusement to the people, to not insult them. Than they left westward across the seas. Sawarin decided to wait for them for one year if they will ever come again.
And come they did. An year later several, smaller ships, came to the tiny harbor in the north bringing goods the Coutzeltal have never seen. Trade soon begun to open as the Coutzeltal sold precious gold and metals for the goods the Rodinian people brought. Sawarin also begun to learn their ways and gods to see how their culture worked. He remembered the secret story the Coutze were the only to know... Unknown to anyone else yet... As the first trade ships left Sawarin rushed to the capital there he will surprise his older brother Mazilmaal and be surprised as well...
Coutzeyla was restless. The rumors of visitors from the far seas and the invasion of Maxiti were enough to make much of a mess in Coutzeyla. As Sawarin entered the old sun palace he was welcomed by Mazilmaal himself who seemed to be happy.
"Why are you so happy brother?" He asked Mazilmaal.
"Our war in the east goes wonderfully well. The Maxitli are being defeated at any corner, in any battle. They cannot stand against the gods. Czunczin should be welcomed in great parades ones he returns from this campaign."
"I under stand brother. Happy to hear that. I have news you may want to hear."
"Yes Sawarin? What is it? What news can come from the boring north, those visitors?"
"Yes brother. They are true. They are traders from a nation.. I assume called Rodinia, I didn't really understood their speech. They believe in other gods!"
"Other gods? You mean other living gods like you and me?"
"No brother, they believe in gods who live in the skies."
Mazilmaal begun to laugh. "Oh I begun to worry. Keep it quite. We don't want people to know this yet, soon my brother we shall bring the belief of the Coutze to new lands... Now that the Maxitli tribes fall one by one under our boots, swearing belief to us as gods so will the rest of this world. Ones the Maxiti desert is taken we shall move west into the jungles. The ancient Caratli are still there."
"I see brother. Those traders brought goods though. Ones we never seen, I believe trading with them should be allowed through chosen people, chosen by us, so their legends will remain rumors."
"Yes I agree. Yet I got one more thing Sawarin. Please go to Legosh (the southern lake) I have a surprise for you waiting there."
"A surprise?"
"Yes. I do not want you to know now thought. Go. Cyclonis is there waiting for you."
"Ok brother, if you say so. I shall leave now."
"And never forget our truth. The gods of those Rodinians must remain a secret from our people. Oh and by the way, I wish you to lead the war to the west."
"Me?"
"Yes you. We shall talk another day, now go to Legosh. go go."
"Fine. Goodbye Mazilmaal."
"Goodbye Sawarin."
As Sawarin rode south to Legosh he wondered what could this surprise be... He begun to look around and ask Coutzeltal people what they know happens there. None answered, all only smiled and told him he is the goodest of the gods. He felt weird. As he came near Legosh he saw it... He saw it still from far but knew what it will be, the headless pyramid was ones of his signs...
to Maxitli tribes:
from Czunczin
Your surrender has been accepted. We hope you now know who are the gods who rule the world. You shall now be our vassals and if we ever will call you for aid you will send armies to help us. Also you must now build a temple of the spider in your new capital in honor of the god who conquered your lands. Your slaves must also be sent every year to Coutzeltal for a hundred years to go. The lands we occupy shall remain ours while what you still have will remain yours. Remember I can always bring the Fire of Mazilmaal against you again and again. Now remain peaceful. I shall not kill another Maxitli.
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