The history of the world begins with something and shall end with something.
In the beginning, the world stirred with mysteries.
Creatures unknown once walked the earth; their shadows linger still, echoing through the ages. The great beasts, the dinosaurs, came and vanished
some leaving fossils as memory, others leaving nothing but silence.
Then arose humankind.
Some dwelt in caves, some in forests, some in places forgotten by time. Some built cities of stone and fire. Each carried the story of creation within them, shaping the earth with their hands and their dreams.
In the land where beasts once roamed, where forests whispered and the savannah sang of endless summers, a tale was born. A tale of a man who became more than man. A tale that thunder carried across the hills, mountains, and valleys.
This is the tale of Shango
King, warrior, flame-bearer, god of thunder.
The tale of one nearly lost to history, yet eternal in the breath of the earth.
DISCLAIMER
This story is told to honor the past.
It does not condemn any people or race. A writer may cross any land, any time, and any culture to tell a tale that belongs to all humanity.
Tribes and nations mentioned here
whether known or forgotten are remembered with reverence. Some no longer walk the earth, lost through war, slavery, or the errors of ancient hands. Yet in these words, their memory endures.
This work is not only a story, but a remembrance.
For we are but fragrance upon the wind
whispers of history carried forward.