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of the army had felt like their hearts had been killed. It was hopeless. There was no fire because Orkama had dropped the candle. We couldn't send in another person because it would take too long for them to get kitted up with all the right components and also the whole tribe was waiting.
Everything seemed hopeless and discouraging. Minute by minute went by and still no sign had appeared or had been seen until -
'There!'
My mother pointed at a flame that had sparked on a haystack. Many people saw that Orkama hadn't dropped it by accident - he had used his intelligence! The signal was now starting to show. The flame grew to a fire and engulfed the haystack. The wooden house next to it had no chance. The fire soon grew on that and the south of the settlement was soon on fire. Our Shaman rose and commanded them in.
From above it must have looked like a wave of people running in, consuming the alleyways,
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streets and paths. A wave of people. But something was wrong. At that same time the Matak army came out. So instead of us surprising them they had surprised us. Even though the Shaman got killed many times, she got reincarnated and teleported herself. But we were still loosing loads of people.
By nightfall the battle had ended. Some fires still burned on in the Matak settlement. The Shaman, after reincarnating so many times, started to feel the side effects. She seemed to have aged around twenty years in a space of three declines of the sun. It was a horrific day. The army was in shambles, the families of the tribe were torn apart and death loomed among us.
We lost 3,400 people.
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