Heir of the unseen

Every town has story, one that is passed from generation to generation. Igniting the imagination of the little children and irritating the adults anytime a piece of the story is forgotten. Ours was exactly like that. Since the dawn of time, we have lived in tribes , bounded by the same territory with a capital city. “Rino come over and help me with this machine” Hakov said. He interrupted my train of thoughts. I will probably return to my writing later in the day. I moved closer to Hakov and saw he was holding a time teller. “Why do you bother with these machines anyway?” “They are the future Rino, these machines will one day spread my fame across the tribe to the capital city” I shook my head in disbelief. Hakov and his big dreams, never failing to amaze me yet somehow keep me unimpressed. “So you are telling me, Yul tribe boys like us will end up working for the Ignis tribe?” “Anything is possible brother, you just have to believe” I laughed so hard. Hakov had been spending too much time with the elders of the tribe. For me it’s inconceivable. We are the lowest of the lows in the hierarchy of tribes. The Celestis tribe is much more higher than we are and they are considered as outcasts. In this town, people didn’t have dreams. The hopeful people who had dreams had become hopeless shut ins who stayed indoors to avoid the whispers and mockery. No one has dreams in the Yul tribe.