Tribe Arayeo hadn’t seen much change in a while. Apart from Roran, joining and leaving as quickly, there had been no new tribe members lately and no one had left. Kalaya was as arrogant and grumpy as ever while Manika tried her best to give her daughter guidance, but to no avail. Tahia and Nieva were enjoying married life and were awaiting the birth of their first child, carried by Nieva. But change couldn’t be postponed forever and thus came the day of Kahio’s young adult birthday. As the son of a tribal sister, he would have to leave the tribe, even if his mother had been sentenced to death right after he was born.
Kahio sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought.
He wasn’t sure how he felt having to leave Tribe Arayeo. This was his home after all. But sometimes he yearned for something new, something fresh where the tales of his manipulative mother didn’t haunt him every day. Because even though no one at Tribe Arayeo ever talked about Raala Weyane, she was still there. Kahio wasn’t sure how to describe it. He had never known his mother, yet he felt as if she was following his every step on the tribal compound. Maybe it was time for a change.
The birthday party was small and of course nothing compared to the party for the Creator heiress. But Kahio didn’t mind, he much preferred a smaller group. Big crowds made him nervous. Just as everyone had gathered around the table, the Creator started to speak.
„Kahio, you have served this tribe faithfully and your leave will be an honourable one. May you find honour with a new tribe and serve them with all of your strength“, she then shifted to a less official tone.
„I hope those dealings with your mother will not cloud your path, Kahio. It had nothing to do with you.“
Kahio only nodded, not even acknowledging the Creator’s last remark. His face was a mask.
„Thank you, Creator. It was a pleasure to be here and I’ll be sad to leave although I understand why I must.“
He proceeded to blow out the candles on the cake without great enthusiasm. He wasn’t sure what was to come. But he knew that change was in order.
Kahio strolled around the slave market, waiting for something to happen – anything. He would have gladly done any task he was given rather than die of boredom. But every work that could be done was already being done by someone else. He sighed and sank onto a nearby bench. He didn’t want to seem lazy, but even the masters had to see that there was nothing at all for him to do.
„I wouldn’t let myself be seen hanging around like that, if I were you“, a voice suddenly said behind him and Kahio jumped to his feet. Behind him stood a muscular, dark-haired slave with a similar skin tone to his own. He looked strangely familiar although Kahio could have sworn that he had never seen him before. He eyed him suspiciously.
„There is nothing to do“, he finally replied, „All the work is already being done. If you have a suggestion, I’d gladly take it.“
A slight smile played around the other man’s lips like he knew something that Kahio didn’t. Kahio didn’t like that one bit.
„Which tribe are you from?“, the man asked out of the blue. Kahio was startled for a moment but then answered. „Tribe Arayeo.“
„Thought so“, the older man huffed quietly, like talking to himself.
„Why that?“, Kahio asked loudly to show that he had indeed heared the other’s remark. But the bulky slave quickly brushed it off.
„Nothing particular, really. I just had a dealing with them in the past and know them, that is all.“
It didn’t make any sense to Kahio as how the slave would have deduced that he came from Tribe Arayeo, but he didn’t push the issue. He didn’t care that much after all. Just at the moment, one of the masters came over.
„You there, young slave, repair the toilet in the main house, quickly!“
Kahio nodded and gladly strode over to the main house, finally having something to do and being rid of the strange slave. He didn’t see the other man looking after him the whole time.