Zebharia Sitchin
12-04-2007, 02:42
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History
Zebharia
Off the coasts of industrial cities, isolated by water and free of concrete jungles is the island of Zebharia. It’s a relatively large land mass, measuring about 300 miles long, in the curious shape of a spear. Its geography is just as rough and unconditioned as its inhabitants, with mountainous regions and rocks instead of soil. At the foot of the Great Pymonte, the biggest mountain in the area (its peak measuring 20,932 feet from sea level), is the main village. The Chief of all of Zebharia resides here in a modest hut, not unlike the other small houses in the quaint village, with only a door and a higher roof to indicate someone important lived there.
She was hunched over her small desk, made of bamboo and twigs, reading a document addressed to her and her Head Ladies. Her beautiful countenance was contorted into a look of anger and fury. The many gold bangles she had were making soft musical noises as her hands shook the paper, unsure if what she was reading was correct. Her Main Lady stood still as she waited for what was sure to come; a ferocious outburst from her Chief. Thinking fast, the Main Lady cleared her throat and began to speak.
“Neda, Sitchin must be mistaken if they think they could own the land bridge. Our elders made a pact that it indeed belonged to both our nations-“
“Lira, Sitchin has always been mistaken when it comes to national negotiations. I am positively sick of them always having their way, just because they are the weaker nation! I still cannot believe that they consider the land bridge between us as-“Chief Neda looked back at the document “as theirs because ‘of its extraordinary soil, and their birthright to use as means of farming.’ I will not have this. I cannot.”
Main Lady Lira looked down at the floor. Her white cotton gown swayed in the wind. She was contemplating whether she should speak. Chief Neda was ruthless, and often acted out on impulse, and it sometimes caused her Head Ladies to doubt her ability to rule Zebharia.
“Chief Neda, I suggest perhaps we let them take the bridge. Sitchin provides us with food and cotton, and many raw materials we cannot attain on our own. Perhaps it’s best for both economies if we just let them use the land bridge for farming purposes…” A chuckled escaped the berry-stained lips of Neda.
“Oh, Lira, don’t you see? It has nothing to do with that.”
“No, Chief?”
“Of course not! This has to do with honor! Sitchin claims of being the more peaceful of us two, and yet they get everything they want on a whim! Slowly we are losing family villages because they prefer to settle in Sitchin! I am not letting them attain that land bridge. I want all my finest female warriors to be ready to fight by dawn.”
“But Chief-“
“I am not going to argue, Lira. Unless you would like to lose your position AND your head, I suggest you do as I say. I’m your leader, not your conscience.”
In addition, with those venomous words, Neda nodded and sent her Ladies away to do their job. When all had left, Neda locked her door and lay down on her mat next to her burning fire. Her amethyst eyes closed along with the blinds that her servant began to draw. Tomorrow there will be a battle to end all battles.
Sitchin
Connected by a 3 mile long land bridge to Zebharia is the small island of Sitchin. Much smaller than its sister nation, Sitchin was 100 miles long, and in a circular shape that resembled a Phalaenopsis flower, which coincidentally grew in abundance on the little island.
The island was rich and luxurious, surrounded by sandy beaches with sand as white and powdery as ground diamonds (which in fact is a legend on the island). Towards the center of the island there was a jungle region, rich in wildlife and plants, as well as fruits and medicinal sources, which the doctors relied on.
The sun was barely up, as the Chief of Sitchin stared out into the placid ocean. His cinnamon hair ruffled lightly in the wind as his ice blue eyes searched the horizon for unknown answers. His nation was peaceful, and he never wished for confrontation. His warriors were not fit for fighting, as many of the village families focused more on farming, fishing, and scavenging for fruits in the jungle. He was being ignorant when he sent the letter to Chief Neda, and it was now that he began to regret it. Zebharia was more military centered than Sitchin, and if Neda decided to attack, surely Sitchin would lose. Oh what in the name of The Goddess was he thinking?
His large house of redwood was located on the edge of the beach. The fire his servant had prepared for him a couple of hours ago had died out, and had failed to warm him.
“Chief Lorenz?”
Lorenz turned his head tiredly to his left as he saw his faithful Master of Land, Oren, approach him.
“Oren, thank the Goddess. I was worried I was the only mad man up at this hour…”
“I was meaning to talk to you, sir.” His tone was urgent and his honey brown eyes were vivid.
Lorenz stood up from his mat with a worried look on his handsome face.
“Is something the matter, Oren?”
“I’ll say! Chief Neda of Zebharia is gathering her warriors as we speak! They mean to attack us, sir! They mean to pillage our towns and murder your men!”
Chief Lorenz stayed rooted on his feet, unsure of what he was hearing, debating with himself whether or not to believe it. After a moment of shock, Lorenz shook along with the spring breeze and sighed.
“Prepare our men. We have a long day ahead of us. If it is now that they began their march, then we have until the sun hits its highest point in the sky to prepare. Tell my other Masters in each village that they must attain every boy old enough to carry a spear. We’re going to need it…”
With that said, Oren wasted no time, and ran off the beach and disappeared into the trail.
Battle
The female warriors of Zebharia were one of the most legendary. Trained from the tender age of 5, the girls were not taught such things as compassion or caring, but how to gore a man and kill him in less than a minute. They were feral, with agility and ferocity that matched a leopard. Another thing was their beauty, almost as legendary as their war skills. In combat, it is what first stuns their male opponents. For that split second that they are frozen, the warriors have the upper hand.
The fateful battle between Zebharia and Sitchin lasted a mere 4 hours before the victor was announced.
The warriors of Sitchin met Zebharians the minute they got off the land bridge. Adopting the Phalanx from the Greeks, the Zebharian warriors were a lot more organized than the Sitchians. The head Warrior, Karena, smirked under her solid bronze helmet. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed under her armor as she turned to her women.
“FOR THE GODDESS AND FOR THE CHIEF!”
“FOR THE GODDESS AND FOR THE CHIEF!” repeated the army of 600 women as Karena led them into a battle that had already been won.
Outcome
The army of Sitchin had been completely massacred that spring day. Chief Lorenz was forced to surrender to Chief Neda’s demands, which were quite demanding.
Zebharia took control of the land bridge, and put all of Sitchin’s trading under its power. Sitchin could not do anything without first getting Zebharia’s permission. Chief Lorenz tired of this, and asked many times for Chief Neda to lessen her hold on his nation. Chief Neda only laughed at his appeals and went back to her work. Little did she know that Lorenz was harboring an army of rebels against this new order.
This army consisted of Lorenz’s faithful followers, noble Sitchian families, and a few poor Zebharians who blamed Chief Neda for their poverty. Their main goal was to completely sever Sitchin from Zebharia, and to overthrow Neda from power.
One day a Zebharian scribe let loose to a friend of Head Lady Lira that he had a meeting to attend. When he realized what a fool he had been, he was anxious to be rid of the woman, whose name was Jasmine.
Jasmine, who was as loyal to the Chief Neda as if she was the grand Goddess herself, was instantly suspicious, and followed the man named Lyre towards the cave situated besides the entrance to the land bridge. When Jasmine saw Chief Lorenz, she knew what was happening and she gulped and ran off to tell Main Lady Lira.
When informed of what was happening under her very nose, Chief Neda was livid. She met with Chief Lorenz and tried to be as civil as humanely possible.
“Lorenz, I thought you a smart man. Weak, but smart. Yet what you have done in the last few months make you look like a fool.”
Lorenz looked at Neda and then back down at his bare feet. He did not speak. Neda continued.
“I want all Sitchian men and women and children in you rebelling army executed. I want you to tie their feet to bricks, and I want you to take them to the middle of the ocean and drop them. I will not have disloyalty.”
“They were not being disloyal. They are MY people. I do with them as I please.”
Neda stared blankly at the man in front of her.
“You know, I figured you’d say that.”
Neda snapped her fingers as her guarding warriors locked the doors and shut the windows. The only other people in the room were her 6 Head Ladies, all of whom had an uncomfortable look on their faces. An exceptionally gorgeous guard warrior approached the Chief Neda and bowed. Neda nodded her head, and the warrior withdrew a dagger made of whalebone, shell, and held it up to Lorenz’s neck before he could even realize what was happening.
“You see, Lorenz,” Neda continued, “I want our two nations to become one under my rule. Therefore, then, your people WILL be under my power. And you won’t have to feel so guilty…” she smiled. “Just sign this pact, Lorenz, and all will be fine. I’ll let you go, and I’ll make you my advisor.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Surely you remember I have one of my fiercest warriors holding a dagger to your throat?”
Lorenz gulped as he felt the cold material of the weapon on his neck. He looked around the room, beautiful blank faces, no sympathy nor kindness. He could not imagine giving up his country like this. After ruling for over 20 years, since he was 22, it was difficult. Nevertheless, he needed to live!
In a moment of quiet desperation, he let out a gasp of breath.
“I will sign.”
“Very well. Lira, the paper.”
Lira bought forth the long slip of parchment that Neda laid in front of Lorenz. She took a plume of crane feather dipped in octopus ink and handed it to Lorenz. Lorenz reluctantly signed and dropped the pen.
“There. May I go free?”
Neda looked at the parchment in front of her, and smiled. The two nations were now joined under her singular rule.
“Free? Lorenz I never said I would let you go free. I can’t have you running around, causing even more rebellions now can I?”
“But you said-“
“Take him to the top of the Great Pymonte and kill him. Make sure no one follows you.” Neda said very business-like to the guard warrior.
“WHAT? NO!” screamed Lorenz frantically.
“Oh, do quiet him first!” said Neda exasperatedly, as the warrior smiled and picked up a large stone from the fire.
And so it was that Zebharia and Sitchin joined. The spear of battle and the flower of peace became one.
Modern Day
Chief Ava yawns quietly in her office located at the very base of Pymonte. Her green eyes are lined in black kohl, and her delicate features show signs of fatigue and weariness. Her long and straight ebony hair frames her lightly freckled face, as she looked over the many papers on her desk.
Chief Ava and her 10 advisors, all of whom are female, today rule Zebharia Sitchin. It is a matriarch society, and the military is mostly female. In a household, the woman works and is the glue in a family.
The economy is doing fine, but not so much, since it is only up until recently that the nation began modernizing. The people are happy, and are ruled under a socialist government with liberal ideas. The military that Zebharia was once known for had declined into history, and was now obsolete. Lack of war and battling had softened the once harsh nation, and no longer did they pay much attention to fighting, but to maintaining peace and their exports of food to other nations.
Chief Ava is of direct descent of Chief Neda, but has not inherited her thirst for power. She is a mediocre leader, and is often doubter by her advisors. Her closest advisor was Rosa, who was also the leader of the Sparrows, an underground society of rebels bent on overthrowing chief Ava.
Aside from impending civil war, Zebharia Sitchin was well situated. The youth are given a wonderful education, and are taught the basic skills for whatever they choose to become. Everything is peaceful on the exterior, for now, at least.
History
Zebharia
Off the coasts of industrial cities, isolated by water and free of concrete jungles is the island of Zebharia. It’s a relatively large land mass, measuring about 300 miles long, in the curious shape of a spear. Its geography is just as rough and unconditioned as its inhabitants, with mountainous regions and rocks instead of soil. At the foot of the Great Pymonte, the biggest mountain in the area (its peak measuring 20,932 feet from sea level), is the main village. The Chief of all of Zebharia resides here in a modest hut, not unlike the other small houses in the quaint village, with only a door and a higher roof to indicate someone important lived there.
She was hunched over her small desk, made of bamboo and twigs, reading a document addressed to her and her Head Ladies. Her beautiful countenance was contorted into a look of anger and fury. The many gold bangles she had were making soft musical noises as her hands shook the paper, unsure if what she was reading was correct. Her Main Lady stood still as she waited for what was sure to come; a ferocious outburst from her Chief. Thinking fast, the Main Lady cleared her throat and began to speak.
“Neda, Sitchin must be mistaken if they think they could own the land bridge. Our elders made a pact that it indeed belonged to both our nations-“
“Lira, Sitchin has always been mistaken when it comes to national negotiations. I am positively sick of them always having their way, just because they are the weaker nation! I still cannot believe that they consider the land bridge between us as-“Chief Neda looked back at the document “as theirs because ‘of its extraordinary soil, and their birthright to use as means of farming.’ I will not have this. I cannot.”
Main Lady Lira looked down at the floor. Her white cotton gown swayed in the wind. She was contemplating whether she should speak. Chief Neda was ruthless, and often acted out on impulse, and it sometimes caused her Head Ladies to doubt her ability to rule Zebharia.
“Chief Neda, I suggest perhaps we let them take the bridge. Sitchin provides us with food and cotton, and many raw materials we cannot attain on our own. Perhaps it’s best for both economies if we just let them use the land bridge for farming purposes…” A chuckled escaped the berry-stained lips of Neda.
“Oh, Lira, don’t you see? It has nothing to do with that.”
“No, Chief?”
“Of course not! This has to do with honor! Sitchin claims of being the more peaceful of us two, and yet they get everything they want on a whim! Slowly we are losing family villages because they prefer to settle in Sitchin! I am not letting them attain that land bridge. I want all my finest female warriors to be ready to fight by dawn.”
“But Chief-“
“I am not going to argue, Lira. Unless you would like to lose your position AND your head, I suggest you do as I say. I’m your leader, not your conscience.”
In addition, with those venomous words, Neda nodded and sent her Ladies away to do their job. When all had left, Neda locked her door and lay down on her mat next to her burning fire. Her amethyst eyes closed along with the blinds that her servant began to draw. Tomorrow there will be a battle to end all battles.
Sitchin
Connected by a 3 mile long land bridge to Zebharia is the small island of Sitchin. Much smaller than its sister nation, Sitchin was 100 miles long, and in a circular shape that resembled a Phalaenopsis flower, which coincidentally grew in abundance on the little island.
The island was rich and luxurious, surrounded by sandy beaches with sand as white and powdery as ground diamonds (which in fact is a legend on the island). Towards the center of the island there was a jungle region, rich in wildlife and plants, as well as fruits and medicinal sources, which the doctors relied on.
The sun was barely up, as the Chief of Sitchin stared out into the placid ocean. His cinnamon hair ruffled lightly in the wind as his ice blue eyes searched the horizon for unknown answers. His nation was peaceful, and he never wished for confrontation. His warriors were not fit for fighting, as many of the village families focused more on farming, fishing, and scavenging for fruits in the jungle. He was being ignorant when he sent the letter to Chief Neda, and it was now that he began to regret it. Zebharia was more military centered than Sitchin, and if Neda decided to attack, surely Sitchin would lose. Oh what in the name of The Goddess was he thinking?
His large house of redwood was located on the edge of the beach. The fire his servant had prepared for him a couple of hours ago had died out, and had failed to warm him.
“Chief Lorenz?”
Lorenz turned his head tiredly to his left as he saw his faithful Master of Land, Oren, approach him.
“Oren, thank the Goddess. I was worried I was the only mad man up at this hour…”
“I was meaning to talk to you, sir.” His tone was urgent and his honey brown eyes were vivid.
Lorenz stood up from his mat with a worried look on his handsome face.
“Is something the matter, Oren?”
“I’ll say! Chief Neda of Zebharia is gathering her warriors as we speak! They mean to attack us, sir! They mean to pillage our towns and murder your men!”
Chief Lorenz stayed rooted on his feet, unsure of what he was hearing, debating with himself whether or not to believe it. After a moment of shock, Lorenz shook along with the spring breeze and sighed.
“Prepare our men. We have a long day ahead of us. If it is now that they began their march, then we have until the sun hits its highest point in the sky to prepare. Tell my other Masters in each village that they must attain every boy old enough to carry a spear. We’re going to need it…”
With that said, Oren wasted no time, and ran off the beach and disappeared into the trail.
Battle
The female warriors of Zebharia were one of the most legendary. Trained from the tender age of 5, the girls were not taught such things as compassion or caring, but how to gore a man and kill him in less than a minute. They were feral, with agility and ferocity that matched a leopard. Another thing was their beauty, almost as legendary as their war skills. In combat, it is what first stuns their male opponents. For that split second that they are frozen, the warriors have the upper hand.
The fateful battle between Zebharia and Sitchin lasted a mere 4 hours before the victor was announced.
The warriors of Sitchin met Zebharians the minute they got off the land bridge. Adopting the Phalanx from the Greeks, the Zebharian warriors were a lot more organized than the Sitchians. The head Warrior, Karena, smirked under her solid bronze helmet. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed under her armor as she turned to her women.
“FOR THE GODDESS AND FOR THE CHIEF!”
“FOR THE GODDESS AND FOR THE CHIEF!” repeated the army of 600 women as Karena led them into a battle that had already been won.
Outcome
The army of Sitchin had been completely massacred that spring day. Chief Lorenz was forced to surrender to Chief Neda’s demands, which were quite demanding.
Zebharia took control of the land bridge, and put all of Sitchin’s trading under its power. Sitchin could not do anything without first getting Zebharia’s permission. Chief Lorenz tired of this, and asked many times for Chief Neda to lessen her hold on his nation. Chief Neda only laughed at his appeals and went back to her work. Little did she know that Lorenz was harboring an army of rebels against this new order.
This army consisted of Lorenz’s faithful followers, noble Sitchian families, and a few poor Zebharians who blamed Chief Neda for their poverty. Their main goal was to completely sever Sitchin from Zebharia, and to overthrow Neda from power.
One day a Zebharian scribe let loose to a friend of Head Lady Lira that he had a meeting to attend. When he realized what a fool he had been, he was anxious to be rid of the woman, whose name was Jasmine.
Jasmine, who was as loyal to the Chief Neda as if she was the grand Goddess herself, was instantly suspicious, and followed the man named Lyre towards the cave situated besides the entrance to the land bridge. When Jasmine saw Chief Lorenz, she knew what was happening and she gulped and ran off to tell Main Lady Lira.
When informed of what was happening under her very nose, Chief Neda was livid. She met with Chief Lorenz and tried to be as civil as humanely possible.
“Lorenz, I thought you a smart man. Weak, but smart. Yet what you have done in the last few months make you look like a fool.”
Lorenz looked at Neda and then back down at his bare feet. He did not speak. Neda continued.
“I want all Sitchian men and women and children in you rebelling army executed. I want you to tie their feet to bricks, and I want you to take them to the middle of the ocean and drop them. I will not have disloyalty.”
“They were not being disloyal. They are MY people. I do with them as I please.”
Neda stared blankly at the man in front of her.
“You know, I figured you’d say that.”
Neda snapped her fingers as her guarding warriors locked the doors and shut the windows. The only other people in the room were her 6 Head Ladies, all of whom had an uncomfortable look on their faces. An exceptionally gorgeous guard warrior approached the Chief Neda and bowed. Neda nodded her head, and the warrior withdrew a dagger made of whalebone, shell, and held it up to Lorenz’s neck before he could even realize what was happening.
“You see, Lorenz,” Neda continued, “I want our two nations to become one under my rule. Therefore, then, your people WILL be under my power. And you won’t have to feel so guilty…” she smiled. “Just sign this pact, Lorenz, and all will be fine. I’ll let you go, and I’ll make you my advisor.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Surely you remember I have one of my fiercest warriors holding a dagger to your throat?”
Lorenz gulped as he felt the cold material of the weapon on his neck. He looked around the room, beautiful blank faces, no sympathy nor kindness. He could not imagine giving up his country like this. After ruling for over 20 years, since he was 22, it was difficult. Nevertheless, he needed to live!
In a moment of quiet desperation, he let out a gasp of breath.
“I will sign.”
“Very well. Lira, the paper.”
Lira bought forth the long slip of parchment that Neda laid in front of Lorenz. She took a plume of crane feather dipped in octopus ink and handed it to Lorenz. Lorenz reluctantly signed and dropped the pen.
“There. May I go free?”
Neda looked at the parchment in front of her, and smiled. The two nations were now joined under her singular rule.
“Free? Lorenz I never said I would let you go free. I can’t have you running around, causing even more rebellions now can I?”
“But you said-“
“Take him to the top of the Great Pymonte and kill him. Make sure no one follows you.” Neda said very business-like to the guard warrior.
“WHAT? NO!” screamed Lorenz frantically.
“Oh, do quiet him first!” said Neda exasperatedly, as the warrior smiled and picked up a large stone from the fire.
And so it was that Zebharia and Sitchin joined. The spear of battle and the flower of peace became one.
Modern Day
Chief Ava yawns quietly in her office located at the very base of Pymonte. Her green eyes are lined in black kohl, and her delicate features show signs of fatigue and weariness. Her long and straight ebony hair frames her lightly freckled face, as she looked over the many papers on her desk.
Chief Ava and her 10 advisors, all of whom are female, today rule Zebharia Sitchin. It is a matriarch society, and the military is mostly female. In a household, the woman works and is the glue in a family.
The economy is doing fine, but not so much, since it is only up until recently that the nation began modernizing. The people are happy, and are ruled under a socialist government with liberal ideas. The military that Zebharia was once known for had declined into history, and was now obsolete. Lack of war and battling had softened the once harsh nation, and no longer did they pay much attention to fighting, but to maintaining peace and their exports of food to other nations.
Chief Ava is of direct descent of Chief Neda, but has not inherited her thirst for power. She is a mediocre leader, and is often doubter by her advisors. Her closest advisor was Rosa, who was also the leader of the Sparrows, an underground society of rebels bent on overthrowing chief Ava.
Aside from impending civil war, Zebharia Sitchin was well situated. The youth are given a wonderful education, and are taught the basic skills for whatever they choose to become. Everything is peaceful on the exterior, for now, at least.