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<center><span style="color:purple;font-weight:bold"><big><big>'''Jena Year 2464'''</big></big></span></center>
 
<center><span style="color:purple;font-weight:bold"><big><big>'''Jena Year 2464'''</big></big></span></center>
  
{{Quotation|''Bélénor Nébius, narrator'' • ''Cheng Lai'SuKi, illustrator''|
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The toddler opened his eyes and began to gurgle. Waving his chubby little arms, he searched with his clumsy fingertips for the rag doll that was sharing his nights since he was born. Not finding it, he gesticulated in order to extract himself from his cocoon of sheets, and grabbed the protective bars of his little bed to stand up. Like many mornings, he found it lying on the floor, looking at him with a disappointed look, unhappy to have been inadvertently rejected outside the warm and cozy nest. He was about to join her, thanks to some acrobatics, when the drape of the room he was in opened. The morning apparition might well be recurrent, he never got tired of his mother's incredible beauty. Totally forgetful of his doll, he flapped his arms laughing, eager to find the one who was torn from him every night by his father. Behind her tattooed mask, the [[Zorai]] gave him back her smile and let escape some words. If he didn't understand her words, her voice was the most beautiful melody he knew.
 
The toddler opened his eyes and began to gurgle. Waving his chubby little arms, he searched with his clumsy fingertips for the rag doll that was sharing his nights since he was born. Not finding it, he gesticulated in order to extract himself from his cocoon of sheets, and grabbed the protective bars of his little bed to stand up. Like many mornings, he found it lying on the floor, looking at him with a disappointed look, unhappy to have been inadvertently rejected outside the warm and cozy nest. He was about to join her, thanks to some acrobatics, when the drape of the room he was in opened. The morning apparition might well be recurrent, he never got tired of his mother's incredible beauty. Totally forgetful of his doll, he flapped his arms laughing, eager to find the one who was torn from him every night by his father. Behind her tattooed mask, the [[Zorai]] gave him back her smile and let escape some words. If he didn't understand her words, her voice was the most beautiful melody he knew.
  
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Her husband '''Sang Fu-Tao was the Black Mask''', the First Warrior, military chief of the tribe. A few months after his birth, Niï, their eldest son, had been promised a great destiny by Grandmother Bä-Bä, the witch and seer of the village. According to the prophecy, Niï Fu-Tao would someday succeed his father as the Black Mask, and above all, would become the Sacred Warrior. Elected by Ma-Duk the Great Genitor, Niï Fu-Tao would be brought to tour the world, converting the lost to the True Faith, subduing the atheists and exterminating the heretics. For the Zorai Theocracy, this prophecy was precisely coming under heresy.
 
Her husband '''Sang Fu-Tao was the Black Mask''', the First Warrior, military chief of the tribe. A few months after his birth, Niï, their eldest son, had been promised a great destiny by Grandmother Bä-Bä, the witch and seer of the village. According to the prophecy, Niï Fu-Tao would someday succeed his father as the Black Mask, and above all, would become the Sacred Warrior. Elected by Ma-Duk the Great Genitor, Niï Fu-Tao would be brought to tour the world, converting the lost to the True Faith, subduing the atheists and exterminating the heretics. For the Zorai Theocracy, this prophecy was precisely coming under heresy.
  
For the conflict that opposed the tribe to the rest of the country was first of all religious. Indeed, all Zorais worshipped the [[Kami|Kamis]], mysterious spiritual entities that protected the [[ecosystems]]. Able to change their appearance at will and to travel without physical constraint, these divine guardians permanently ensured that no one compromised the fragile balance of [[Atys]], the plant planet where all were coexisting. Although discreet, they shared close relations with the homins, as long as those showed respect for nature. Among the different homin peoples, the Zorais were by far the most receptive to the magic of the Kamis. Already provided with a large size and a blue skin, which distinguished them from the rest of the hominity, a bony and horned mask grew moreover on their face, from their forehead, in their adolescence. This mask represented the true soul of its wearer and testified to the unique link he had with the Kamis. However, if every Zorai worshipped the Kamis, not everyone agreed on the identity of the Supreme Kami. For the majority of Zorais, the Kamis served [[Jena]], the Goddess of the Day Star and the Mother of Hominity. For the dissident tribe, Jena was a usurping goddess from the sky, alien to Atys and wanting it evil. According to them, the one and only Supreme Kami was Ma-Duk, meaning "Great Mask" in the Zorai language. He was the Great Genitor, asleep in the depths of Atys. A god that no one recognized but them.
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For the conflict that opposed the tribe to the rest of the country was first of all religious. Indeed, all Zorais worshipped the [[Kami|Kamis]], mysterious spiritual entities that protected the [[ecosystems]]. Able to change their appearance at will and to travel without physical constraint, these divine guardians permanently ensured that no one compromised the fragile balance of [[Atys]], the plant world where all were coexisting. Although discreet, they shared close relations with the homins, as long as those showed respect for nature. Among the different homin peoples, the Zorais were by far the most receptive to the magic of the Kamis. Already provided with a large size and a blue skin, which distinguished them from the rest of the hominity, a bony and horned mask grew moreover on their face, from their forehead, in their adolescence. This mask represented the true soul of its wearer and testified to the unique link he had with the Kamis. However, if every Zorai worshipped the Kamis, not everyone agreed on the identity of the Supreme Kami. For the majority of Zorais, the Kamis served [[Jena]], the Goddess of the Day Star and the Mother of Hominity. For the dissident tribe, Jena was a usurping goddess from the sky, alien to Atys and wanting it evil. According to them, the one and only Supreme Kami was Ma-Duk, meaning "Great Mask" in the Zorai language. He was the Great Genitor, asleep in the depths of Atys. A god that no one recognized but them.
  
But the discordance did not end there. The Zorai Theocracy, which had become particularly isolationist in the last century, had built the Great Wall, a gigantic edifice protecting the borders of the Jungle from all foreign contact. However, this Great Wall had never prevented the Theocracy from maintaining relations with the [[Karavan]], a strange group of hominoids dressed from head to toe in amazing black armor and using prodigious instruments. These singular entities, whose true nature no one knew, lived in the skies of Atys. Traveling with curious vehicles capable of overcoming gravity, they crisscrossed the planet to spread the word and serve the interests of the goddess Jena. In exchange for their loyalty, the Karavan had given the Zorais the secrets of magnetism and electrostatic properties, and had also taught them to write. The Kamis abhorred the Karavan, and did not hesitate to make this known to the homins, but this never prevented the Council of Elders from accepting their gifts, and use, today still, Karavan knowledge to levitate the buildings of Zoran. For the dissident tribe, as an apostle of Jena abhorred by the Kamis, the Karavan had to be seen as a serious threat and fought accordingly.
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But the discordance did not end there. The Zorai Theocracy, which had become particularly isolationist in the last century, had built the Great Wall, a gigantic edifice protecting the borders of the Jungle from all foreign contact. However, this Great Wall had never prevented the Theocracy from maintaining relations with the [[Karavan]], a strange group of hominoids dressed from head to toe in amazing black armor and using prodigious instruments. These singular entities, whose true nature no one knew, lived in the skies of Atys. Equipped with a technology unknown to all, and traveling with curious vehicles capable of overcoming gravity, they crisscrossed the sky to spread the word and serve the interests of the goddess Jena. In exchange for their loyalty, the Karavan had given the Zorais the secrets of magnetism and electrostatic properties, and had also taught them to write. The Kamis abhorred the Karavan, and did not hesitate to make this known to the homins, but this never prevented the Council of Elders from accepting their gifts, and use, today still, Karavan knowledge to levitate the buildings of Zoran. For the dissident tribe, as an apostle of Jena abhorred by the Kamis, the Karavan had to be seen as a serious threat and fought accordingly.
  
 
There laid the divergences. These divergences that heated the minds of the Great Sage Min-Cho and his advisors, who were unable to accept any ideological criticism, and made the dissident tribe want to wage holy war. Rather than attacking the tribe head-on, fearing the prowess of its soldiers and the mysterious powers of Grandmother Bä-Bä, the Zorai Theocracy made the tribe pass for a common pagan sect in the eyes of peoples of the Jungle. This had worked quite well up to that point.
 
There laid the divergences. These divergences that heated the minds of the Great Sage Min-Cho and his advisors, who were unable to accept any ideological criticism, and made the dissident tribe want to wage holy war. Rather than attacking the tribe head-on, fearing the prowess of its soldiers and the mysterious powers of Grandmother Bä-Bä, the Zorai Theocracy made the tribe pass for a common pagan sect in the eyes of peoples of the Jungle. This had worked quite well up to that point.
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Taking a few steps forward, she placed a finger on the child's mutilated hand. The wound closed immediately.
 
Taking a few steps forward, she placed a finger on the child's mutilated hand. The wound closed immediately.
  
:''"From now on, your son's future, and perhaps the future of all hominkind, depends on your lie. It is a necessary evil. Never forget."
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:''"From now on, your son's future, and perhaps the future of all hominkind, depends on your lie. It is a necessary evil. Never forget."
  
 
:''"I know, Grandmother… Thank you for everything,"'' she whispered, her voice trembling.
 
:''"I know, Grandmother… Thank you for everything,"'' she whispered, her voice trembling.
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:''"Grandmother Bä-Bä has rolled the dice! Today I have the signal honor of announcing the predictions she made on the occasion of the first birthday of my second son, Pü Fu-Tao. While Niï, the future Black Mask, will become the Sacred Warrior, going all the way to heaven to destroy the Karavan and Jena, Pü will assist him throughout his journey! He will be his Shadow, who will advise him at every moment and will not hesitate to sacrifice his life to protect him! Praised be my sons! Praise be to Ma-Duk! Tonight we will feast to the glory of the Sacred War and the coming of the Happy Days!"
 
:''"Grandmother Bä-Bä has rolled the dice! Today I have the signal honor of announcing the predictions she made on the occasion of the first birthday of my second son, Pü Fu-Tao. While Niï, the future Black Mask, will become the Sacred Warrior, going all the way to heaven to destroy the Karavan and Jena, Pü will assist him throughout his journey! He will be his Shadow, who will advise him at every moment and will not hesitate to sacrifice his life to protect him! Praised be my sons! Praise be to Ma-Duk! Tonight we will feast to the glory of the Sacred War and the coming of the Happy Days!"
  
An unrivaled cheer ran through the assembly. Waking up with a start, Pü swept the crowd with his gaze. Which stopped sharply on his father's black mask. The little Zorai opened his eyes wide in amazement. For the first time, he guessed a smile.
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An unrivaled cheer ran through the assembly. Waking up with a start, Pü swept the crowd with his gaze. Which stopped sharply on his father's black mask. The little Zorai opened his eyes wide in amazement: for the first time, he guessed a smile.
 
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