A Hunter with a bow lay under the sky thinking about the mysterious man he met

War Paint on his face and feathers in his hair pulled in tight braids

He was native that much was discovered

But the man left him with a riddle that made him feel blue

"It's not just one person who wants peace, They just won't speak it but they'll support it without beings seen..Tell me Hunter that burns our crops, Is it a lie that you want to go home? Is it a fact that no blood needs to be shed in order to have life....Answer the question to your men, Then return to this village you burnt down, Give me the answer you have found when seeing the choices you made so far could've been avoided"

He did as what he was told and the...