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The earliest recorded event of our history is many thousands of years ago, virtually at the beginning of time. Oh, I have forgotten to introduce myself –I am the newly chosen historian for the Karjan people, chosen by the leader himself. I have taken it upon myself to write in as much detail as possible the history of our people, from the known past to the present, for the entire world to see. I shall now present to you the complete history the Karjah, a story of unity. It is my hope that the work is completed in my lifetime, but if not, atleast that it is completed. It has been written in the common language for ease of understanding.

It began with a lone family of four, or so the story is told. They had not any names, for there was yet no real reason for them. They communicated using grunts and crude hand gestures, some of which became an influence on our language. A Father, a mother and their two sons composed it. They had been wandering around the land, picking berries, fruits and other plants as they found them, occasionally finding a fresh carcass if they were lucky. They learned what could and could not be eaten from observing animals and what they ate, but even some the animals could eat, they themselves could not eat, and would cause stomach aches, though they did not what these were and why they happened.

It seems one day as they moved along, they found a lush area (what we now have deduced to be the site of the great city of Iyanki , the city of light, although then, they had no idea), full of berries and fruits, complete with flowing water. They took what they needed and looked for a place to settle for the night, but there was no cave nearby. They decided to settle under a tree for the night, under shelter of a great tree, with long thick branches and broad leaves. As the day grew dark, they noticed a very faint glow from the leaves on the tree, but did not know what to make of it. They fell asleep under the dreamy light, and they had pleasant dreams indeed, of fresh carcasses and sweet berries, and other good things as they knew so far.

They awoke the next morning to a sunrise, and as they prepared to leave, they saw that there were still many plants with berries, so they quickly decided to stay there until a time as such when the food ran out. Little did they know, it would never happen in their lifetime. As the days passed, they became more aware of the glow from the trees, and they believed the light to be of an unnatural origin, for they did not understand it and they thus called the trees Iyan (the first word in our language), or light-bearers. As you know, that is our word for light, and this is its origin, the trees of light of old.

They found that shelter under the tree was inadequate for protection against the weather, especially the rain. They found dead branches strewn around, and after many tries of putting them together so that they would stand up, they built a tepee-lean-to hybrid against the tree. They found soft mud near the river, which they found hardened when dried out in the great sky light. This was not the best defense, because it turned back to what it was. It was used because it helped against the morning dew. They did find, somewhat accidentally, that squeezing certain berries into the soft ground made it into a gooey paste that grew harder when mixed with more water. They put this on their shelter and it protected them from the rain.

They learnt to farm berries and fruits, as they saw that the hard uneatable parts of the fruits that fell into the ground grew into new trees that bore yet more fruit. The land was lush, and the food was plenty. The family lived a luxurious life for their time.

Their next encounter was with fire. It is recorded that they observed a lightning bolt strike a dead tree and set it alight. They set out to get closer, and the elder son’s hand got burnt. They become afraid of it and stayed as far away from it as possible. There was another discovery however, as the burning tree fell onto a deer that was nearby, killing it, but also cooking it. They did not venture to the carcass till the next day for fear of the fire. The family found that the “burnt” meat tasted better, and there stomach did not protest as usual, and knew in their hearts that fire may be a good thing when controlled, if that was even possible. They did not know how to get close to the fire to cook meat, so they threw the meat onto the fire when possible, and hoped that the fire went out before burning the food.

On a day of the full moon, another group of people came, and like this family before them, saw that the land was lush. Another thing they noticed was the abundance of animals to eat. They saw this because they hunted for sustenance. The lands they had travelled through were barren, and the few fruits and herbs they found were half eaten by the animals of the region, which also struggled to survive. These animals were relatively weak and easy to catch or kill with the crude bows they had learned to fashion from young trees and the sinews of animals they killed. This was an improvement from the rocks they had thrown and the branches they used to beat the animals to death. They learnt to make bows as they saw stones bouncing off the tendons of the animals, and from seeing that young tree branches, where they could find them, were springy. This land was flowing in food, and they thought they could settle here.

The new and rather large group – a result of learning to hunt together for safety and to increase the chances of catching food – came across the family already present, who were pleasantly surprised to see others in such large numbers. They could not communicate effectively, but since there was time, space and plenty of food to go around, this large group settled near the family, showing them how to

Over time, they developed a system of communication, first with rudimentary noises and hand gestures, and as these evolved, a more complex communication emerged, based on colloquial sounds to form a language. The hand gestures started to fade into obscurity, as they were only used for discrete and long distance communication while hunting and gathering. The language then would not be recognizable to our people today, although there are similarities which form the basis of our language; they are not like our language in the vocabulary. With language came the identifiers, for objects and for people, due to their numerity. The first family were given names to respond to and be identified with. The family were known as the land-livers, or foragers, and the father’s name was First Father in the common language, and the mother’s First Mother. The sons were also given names, the elder’s being Black Hand and the younger one was known as Finder, for he found many different plants to eat.

The last newcomer to this somewhat eclectic group of settlers was a lone straggler, battered and bruised at her arrival, but with knowledge of fire. She explained that the rest of the peoples he was with were dead, and she only just managed to get away. She was very weary, they fed her and laid her to rest, and those who knew death made preparations for her body to be disposed of prematurely, for fear of her seemingly impending doom. However, he made it through the night, and she recovered over the next few days. She told them of the demise of her fellow scavengers, how they learned that the wild and fearful beasts were afraid of fire, their knowledge of making crude spears for protection for their long reach advantage. The most important thing she taught them was how to start a fire from dry wood, and to keep it tame, so that they do not get hurt. The main reason for the death of her fellow people was the dangers of fire and the pain they went through learning to tame it, as they tried to protect themselves. They hurt themselves that enough were incapacitated to become a liability, and as they were ambushed, there were not enough capable ones to defend the group. Only the survivor managed to run away after realizing it was a lost battle, cut all over, and fear of the unknown, with no one by her side.

This was the beginning of the first Karjan community, at the site of Iyan, but they were not known as such yet. The small community numbered 13, and in that age, it was a sizeable number, but it would grow greater still. Together, they would become the great people we are now. You may ask how I know this, because not of this has been recorded directly. I take it from the records of oral tradition, after the art of writing had been invented. It may not be verifiable, but what is history without a little mystery? It only serves to bring about theories of great myths, and that is to our benefit, is it not?

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