Planet 3B7T
The world was vast back then—untamed, unmarked, a place where the wild ruled without hesitation.
The jungle showed no mercy; it swallowed men, tribes, and dreams alike.
Civilisations had yet to rise.
No kingdoms, no nations, no laws.
Only scattered tribes fighting the wilderness… and each other.
Nerin belonged to Mtwana tribe in the eastern stretch of the supercontinent.
A teenager with no memories of a past, no clue of where he came from—just a quiet boy sitting on a fallen tree, watching the younger children play with their wooden spears, pretending to hunt.
Sunlight warmed his face.
The moment was peaceful… yet something twisted in his chest.
Why do I feel this? What is this unease?
He shot up from the log as if pulled by an invisible force and sprinted toward the humongous tree at the heart of the tribe.
Winding wooden stairs spiraled around its trunk, reaching all the way to the top.
Nerin climbed them fast, breath heavy, heart louder than the thudding steps.
At the peak, he stared out over the endless waves of green—trees stretching past the horizon, a world untouched.
Something flashed in his eyes, the sight of the horizon brought a word to his mind—a word that was too complex, too geometric?
It felt like he was forgetting how to breathe.
His gaze drifted across the wild that spanned for hundreds of kilometers, and something deep within him… stirred.
"The nations will form one day…" he whispered to himself. "Great leaders will take birth…"
His fingers curled into a fist.
"…and I want something for myself too."
Suddenly he turned and sprinted down the stairs, bursting into the forest. He ran without direction, without thought—just pure instinct.
Raising his hand toward the open sky, he screamed:
"I want to RULE!"
And the wild echoed back.
No tribe dared to wander beyond the small patches they claimed as home.
This fear of the jungle kept them like this.
Because of this, there wasn't any communication inter tribe
And no trust
Whenever people of two tribes crossed paths, distrust sparked instantly.
No words, no peace, no hesitation.
Fear ruled them so deeply
If they didn't strike first…
the others would.
This led to bloodshed
There wasn't a single hint of unity beyond individual tribes.
Everyone lived in their own tiny patches of land, convinced the rest of the world wanted them dead.
But as the years passed someone learnt that the fight against the jungle is the only battle that should be fought
And this was Cassian Mordred, The Leader of a large tribe in the east side
His force was enormous for those times—over three hundred warriors marching under his command.
Chopping through vines and hacking down the forest path, Cassian led his people deeper into the unknown.
Eventually, they encountered another tribe.
The strangers panicked instantly—grabbing crude spears, forming shaky lines, eyes filled with terror.
Cassian lifted his hand calmly.
"We mean no harm…"
But the fear didn't fade.
Weapons stayed raised. Bodies tense.
In their world, mercy didn't exist.
So, Cassian raised his voice.
"Look around you! You're clearly outnumbered. If we wanted to slaughter you, it would've already happened. You have two choices—fight us until the last man… or join Cassian Kingdom."
Silence.
Then he added, firm but almost pleading:
"I promise you better days. Our combined spears will clear the hunting grounds. Let's build and grow together, you need us as much as we need you."
The flame and determination were as clear they could be in his eyes
After tense murmuring and fear-filled hesitation, the tribe agreed.
The world was too cruel, too unforgiving, and they had no real choice.
And just like that—
Cassian Kingdom gained its first new people.
The formation of first ever kingdom was rapid and soon Mtwana was also a part of it