*****
All the tribes' warriors are in their
positions, waiting for their commander's
instructions as thunder strikes in the dark
clouds.
Ade and Ori tribe commanders (chiefs)
turn to their warriors and begin their
speech.
"Behind us are our children, our old
parents, and our properties.
We cannot afford to lose this battle.
What we are fighting for is the treasure
land in front of us.
Losing this battle also means welcoming
starvation.
Don't worry; we have the advantages in
number and strength.
Long live the Ade tribe!
Long live the Ori tribe!"
All the warriors of the Ade and Ori tribes shouted.
*****
As they move closer towards the Ore
tribe, rain begins to fall.
One of the Ore tribe warriors climbs
down one of the large rock around the
Ore tribe boundary, running towards their
chief.
"Chief, Chief! The Ade tribe is
approaching us."
As the chief was about to speak, another
tribe warrior runs from the opposite
direction towards him and says, "The Ori
tribe is approaching us."
Ore-ofe breathes in and exhales
instantly, raises his right hand, and
speaks.
"My tribe, these people are coming here
today not as friends but as enemies.
They are not here to hold hands and
smile but to kill.
We may be lacking in number and
strength, but we have the environmental
advantage.
Let us protect our land, children, and
resources with every bit of our blood and
strength."
As he finishes addressing his tribe, a
voice rolls out from a grand rock above.
"Long live the Ore tribe!
Long live our land!"