• Generations ago, a flying-machine of sorts was making its way steadily over the lands that belonged to the disparate tribes of the Witu. The machine was carrying a pack of wolves (fresh caught from the wild). There were three males. As well as a female, the Alpha, and his mate. They were being carried in a wooden rate, which was lying in a net that had a rope tied to it that was also tied to the underbelly of the flying machine. The rope, however, was not securely fastened and as they were flying over a mountain, the loose knot came undone, and the net, crate, and the wolves were all sent hurtling towards the mountainside. Because of the noise the machine made, the people flying it didn’t notice what had just happened and they carried on in blissful ignorance.
    The machine hadn’t been flying at a very high altitude, so although the crate had shattered on impact, the wolves had sustained no serious injuries. Of course, the machine and its cargo attracted the attention of a small hunting party from one of the tribes. They immediately set out to investigate and when they saw the wolves emerge from the shattered ruins of the crate, they fell to their knees and worshiped them as gods.
    Over the years, the six wolves became the basis for the people’s religion and their government. They condensed their numbers into six tribes to represent the original six wolves. Each tribe was named after one of the wolves. Whenever there was an issue within the members of the tribe, the Mkubwa would act as the peacemaker and decision maker, impartial, neutral, and just. Everything seemed to be going perfectly for the tribes and their deities; however, the wolves were not truly gods and as such were mortals.
    The wolves eventually fell prey to the one thing mortals can never escape completely, no matter what they do. They fell prey to time. One by one the wolves eventually grew old and died. But, strangely, even though they were technically dead, they remained with their worshipers and their own offspring. Well, their spirits remained at least. They made their home at the very peak of the mountain. Their descendants act as their priests and priestesses, guiding the Tribes.
    They also became the guardians of the mountain. Whenever someone who was supposed to go and speak with the Awalisita (as they came to be known to the humans) came to them, they would guide that person up to the peak of the mountain and make sure that they got back to their tribe unharmed. Whenever someone who wasn’t supposed to speak with the Sita (a common nickname for the Awalisita) came to them, they would make sure that person left the mountain and returned to their tribe.
    The latter would most definitely not apply to one girl who would soon make the journey to the mountain. In fact, this girl is indeed special because of her unique destiny.
    What? You want to know what destiny I am talking about. Well, I guess if you want to know you’ll just have to keep on reading. It wouldn’t be any fun if I just told you right here and now. That would spoil the adventure for you! Well, I guess I can tell you this one thing. The decisions that this girl makes might just determine the future of the tribes forever.