During the height of the previous Empire wars, a band of people, survivors who have escaped their different villages from the throes of war.
They are the First Generation of Maya Village and they were the founders of this thriving small community.
In their time, they travelled night and day until they reached this hidden enclave, stuck between two mountain cliffs, it was an unknown mountain with no glorious name on its own and those who knew of the place, only knows the name of the forest in which it sits upon 'The Lonelywood Forest'.
In the middle of that mountain cliff was a huge flat surface, while its front side gently sloped to the forest floor below.
It was a perfect area to build upon; it wasn't too small, and it wasn't too large, just enough to host twenty-one families.
The area was hidden and not easy to gain access to; it was also rich in resources, and most of all, it has its own nearby water source.
They settled here and vowed to create a thriving community that their children could be proud of.
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But when they got there, they began to quarrel amongst themselves; the others were trying to lead other people on what they should do and such.
This was the first real problem that they faced, and when they reached an impasse, they stopped bickering amongst themselves when one of them echoed his voice to silence them all.
They had no leader amongst them that could guide the direction in which their future village will take.
And there the twenty-one families convened their first assembly.
And the first vote was to elect one of the family's to lead them.
The late father of then Thomas vied for his friend Andreus, who was in a short while was voted to take the lead, he was the favorite of the majority and he was voted to be the First Village Chief.
He was indeed the only one to hold such position for such a long time, until his unfortunate death within the time of August.
He was relatively the youngest at that time, and most of the other people who banded with him were in their late 50s then.
So that factor also played on him being voted as their representative, as he could guide the future generations to come.
They slowly built that village up from the ground; houses were erected, stable food was made, their farms were abundant, and they were safe from the wars that consumed the world.
They did not necessarily make themselves known to the world and only communicated with lost and wandering souls who managed to stumble upon their humble abode.
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A century had gone by; most of the First Generation now lies deep within the ground beneath.
Only Andreus remained amongst them, and he now guided the future generation in his old age.
He was now in his twilight years, and looking back at the things that they did to survive here for the first few years.
Now that his friends are gone, only their children remain to remind him of them.
And those children of theirs now also have children of their own.
" My friends look at what we have accomplished, I am now the witness of your hard labor.
It has born its fruits from the tree which you have sown a long time ago.
Although it saddens me that you could no longer witness such beautiful sight.
I will keep this memory with me until I join your side. "
He whispered to himself, as he gazed on to Augusts and his friends who were playing on the Village Center...