Tribe Rules - S02 E09

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Tribe Rules - S02 E09

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 9

Episode 9: Tribe Rules (2)

The storm was the biggest and the scariest thing that any person in the two tribes had ever seen in their whole lives. It was not a normal storm made of water and wind. It was a storm made of dark magic and old anger. The sky was so black that it looked like the sun had died and would never come back. The wind was not just blowing. It was screaming. It sounded like a giant monster was trapped in the air and was trying to bite everything in its path. The wind was so strong that it started to pull the very old trees out of the ground. The big trees had roots that went deep into the earth, but the storm did not care. It ripped them up like they were just tiny pieces of grass. The trees flew through the air like heavy birds. It was a very dangerous time to be outside.

Kofi and Tiya stood in the middle of the big stone bridge. The bridge was shaking and groaning under their feet. It felt like the stone was crying because the wind was so heavy. Kofi looked at his father, the Sun King. Then he looked at the Rain King. For many years, these two men had been the worst enemies. They had told their people to hate each other. They had built walls to stay apart. But now, they were standing together. They were standing in the middle of a nightmare. The two Kings realized that their anger had created a monster that was now too big for them to handle alone. They looked at their children, Kofi and Tiya. They saw the fear in the children's eyes. They saw that if they did not do something right now, the children would be lost to the wind.

The Sun King looked at the Rain King. He did not see an enemy anymore. He saw a father who wanted to save his daughter. The Rain King looked at the Sun King and saw a father who wanted to save his son. In that moment, they knew what they had to do. They reached out their hands. The Sun King took the Rain King's hand. Their fingers locked together. It was the first time in a hundred years that the leaders of the two tribes had touched in peace. As soon as they held hands, a strange thing happened. They did not fall over. The wind tried to push them down, but they were like a single solid rock. By holding hands, they became stronger than the storm. They stood tall and firm in the center of the bridge. They were the only things on the bridge that the wind could not move.

"We must protect them!" the Sun King shouted. His voice was loud, but the wind almost swallowed it. The Rain King nodded his head. He did not need to say words. He understood perfectly. They moved closer to Kofi and Tiya. They put the children between them so the wind could not reach them. The Kings were like a wall of love and power. But they knew they could not just stand there forever. The storm was getting even bigger. The black clouds were spinning faster and faster. The Spirit of Hate was in the middle of the clouds. It was laughing at them. It wanted to see them fail. It wanted to see the bridge break and fall into the deep canyon below.

The Sun King decided to use his special power. He was the King of the Sun Tribe, and he could call upon the light of the morning. He closed his eyes and thought about the brightest day of the summer. He thought about the warmth of the fire. He began to glow. At first, it was just a small light on his skin. But then, the light grew and grew. It was a bright, golden light that started to push back the darkness. He pointed his free hand toward the sky. A giant beam of gold light shot up from his hand. it went straight into the black clouds. The light started to rip holes in the darkness. For a second, the people on the ground could see the sky again. The gold light was like a sword cutting through the night. It was a beautiful and brave sight.

The Rain King saw what the Sun King was doing. He knew he had to help. He was the King of the Rain Tribe, and he had power over the water and the air. He did not look at the sky. He looked at the wind. He closed his eyes and thought about a quiet pond. He thought about the soft mist that falls on the flowers in the morning. He began to hum a very low and peaceful song. The song was so quiet that only the wind could hear it. He used his power to talk to the storm. He told the wind to be still. He told the air to be calm. Slowly, the wind started to slow down. It stopped screaming and started to whisper. The trees that were flying in the air started to fall gently to the ground. The Rain King was fighting the anger of the storm with the peace of his heart.

Together, the two Kings were a great team. The Sun King provided the light to see, and the Rain King provided the calm to move. They were fighting the Spirit of Hate with everything they had. The people from both tribes watched from the hills. They had never seen anything like this. They saw their Kings working together. They saw the gold light and the blue mist mixing in the air. It looked like a giant rainbow was trying to grow in the middle of the dark storm. The soldiers stopped their fighting. They dropped their spears. They realized that their Kings were fighting a much bigger battle. They started to hope that maybe, just maybe, the world was not going to end today.

But the Spirit of Hate was not going to give up so easily. It was an old and very mean spirit. It had lived on the anger of the tribes for a very long time. It was made of all the bad thoughts and all the mean words that had been said for a hundred years. It was very big and very heavy. The spirit saw that the Kings were winning, and it became very angry. It gathered all its shadows together. It turned itself into a giant, black wall that blocked the Sun King's light. It turned itself into a wall of cold stone that blocked the Rain King's song. The spirit pushed back against the Kings. It was like a giant wave of ink trying to drown a small candle.

"You think you can stop me with your little lights and your quiet songs?" the Spirit of Hate hissed. Its voice was like the sound of glass breaking. It was a very cold and very sharp sound. The spirit moved closer to the bridge. It was so big that it covered the whole sky. The red eyes of the spirit were like two giant fires of anger. It looked down at the two Kings. It looked at Kofi and Tiya. The spirit was so strong that the gold light started to fade. The Sun King's arm began to shake. He was getting very tired. The Rain King's song started to break. He was losing his breath. The storm began to scream again. The darkness was winning.

The Kings tried harder. They squeezed each other's hands so tight that their knuckles turned white. They put all their magic and all their love into the fight. But it was not enough. The Spirit of Hate was too powerful. It was a monster that was fed by a century of fighting. A few minutes of peace could not destroy a hundred years of war. The Kings were falling to their knees. The bridge was starting to crack again. Kofi and Tiya held onto each other. They were very brave, but they were also very small. They did not know what to do. They looked at their fathers and saw that the Kings were failing. The hope was starting to disappear.

The Spirit of Hate stopped its attack for a moment. It did not want to kill them quickly. It wanted them to feel hopeless first. It floated over the bridge like a giant, dark cloud. It looked at the Kings with its mean red eyes. "You are weak," the spirit said. "You think holding hands will save you? You think a little bit of friendship can kill me? I am the hate of your fathers. I am the anger of your grandfathers. I am the pain of every person in your tribes. I cannot be killed by light. I cannot be killed by peace. I am a part of you now. I will always be here as long as you have something to lose."

The Sun King looked up at the spirit. He was breathing very hard. "There must be a way!" he shouted. "We have found the truth! We have seen the scroll! We know that we are brothers! Why will you not go away?" The Rain King also looked up. He was very tired, but he did not let go of the Sun King's hand. "We have changed our hearts," the Rain King said. "We do not want to fight anymore. We want our children to live in a world of peace. Tell us how to end this. Tell us how to make you disappear forever." The Kings were willing to do anything to save their children. They were willing to give up their crowns. They were willing to give up their palaces.

The Spirit of Hate laughed. The sound made the water in the canyon below splash high into the air. It was a very cruel laugh. The spirit moved even closer. It was so close that they could smell the old dust and the cold air of the darkness. "You want to know how to kill me?" the spirit asked. Its voice was a whisper that felt like ice on their skin. "I will tell you the secret. I will tell you the only way to make the darkness go away. But you will not like it. You are too selfish. You love your things too much. You will never be able to do what is required."

The Kings did not back away. They stood as tall as they could. "Tell us!" they both cried out at the same time. They did not care if the secret was hard. They only cared about the safety of Kofi and Tiya. They only cared about the future of the Sun Tribe and the Rain Tribe. They were ready to hear the truth, no matter how much it hurt. The soldiers on the hills leaned forward. The wind became very quiet, as if it was also waiting to hear the secret. The whole world was waiting for the words that would change everything.

The Spirit of Hate leaned down until its giant red eyes were right in front of the Kings. It spoke very slowly so that every word felt like a heavy stone falling. "The only way to kill me," the spirit said, "is for a member of each tribe to give up their most precious treasure. You must give away the thing that you love more than anything else. You must give it up forever. You must throw it into the darkness of the heart of the storm. Only when you give up your greatest treasure will the hate have nothing left to hold onto. Only then will I die. But if you do not give it up, the storm will take everything. It will take your homes. It will take your lives. It will take your children."

The Sun King and the Rain King frozen. They looked at each other. They looked at their children. They began to think about what their most precious treasure was. Was it their gold? Was it their land? Was it their power? They realized that the choice was going to be the hardest thing they had ever done. The spirit was waiting. The storm was waiting. The lightning was ready to strike again. The suspense was so heavy that it felt like it would break the bridge. The fate of the world was hanging on a choice that seemed impossible to make.

What did you think about this episode?

What do you think is the most precious treasure of the Sun King and the Rain King?

Do you think they are talking about an object, or is the treasure something else?

Will Kofi and Tiya try to give up something of their own to save their fathers?

Is the Spirit of Hate telling the truth, or is this just another mean trick?

Tell us what you think in the comments! Your ideas might help our heroes make the right choice!

Do you want to see what happens in the final battle?