The Meteorite Tribe is not from the stars, nor are they descended from the stars.

But it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, it's enough for them to believe it themselves.

Because they believed, they built a high platform called Stargazing out of wood on the top of the mountain, which is the closest place to the stars in the whole village.

A carved stone statue is placed on the stargazing platform, the stone statue is more than one person tall, with his head up, and the only difference from normal people is that there are two eyes that protrude half a foot long, and they long for this stone statue to be able to see the starry sky with their eyes, and the longer the eyes, the farther they can see.

They hate the moon and make bonfires every time the moon is full, singing and dancing to drive the moon away.

They think that it is the moon that eats up the light of the stars, otherwise why can't there be many stars when the moon is full? The stars are bright when the moon bends, and when the moon eats them, they get fat.

Each priest would stand on a stargazing platform and look up at the stars because they wanted to know where they had come from and where they were going. Why are there stars? Why is there a moon? What is the relationship between your own clan and the stars?

They divide the sky into east, south, west, and northwest, not in this way, but in this way.

The people who had observed the starry sky for twenty years imagined the stars as all sorts of animals, and they found that whenever the peaches began to ripen, meteor showers would fall near the stars known as "pheasants" in the west, every year, for twenty years.

Carefully they found that every 330 days, the meteor shower would fall for more than 20 days, and they called this cycle the star, which means year.

Meteor showers went on and on, but no meteorites ever fell around their tribe again. But they believed that this was where their ancestors were, so they painted those stars on the stone wall, hoping that one day their ancestors would fly from the sky and take them away.

The stars were drawn by the priests of the tribe and the mother of the leader of the falling stars.

Looking up at the starry sky all year round, her neck has been tilted back, a little deformed. For the convenience of raising the head, several iron rings were wrapped around the neck, which was both a decoration and a symbol of the priesthood.

The falling star reverently climbed from below to the stargazing platform and stood beside his mother, waiting for her to withdraw her gaze from the night sky.

After a long time, the woman realized the arrival of her son, because it was inconvenient to bow her head, so she bent down directly and looked even older.

"What happened?"

"Mom, the tribe with the hair is here."

Falling Star told his mother what they had seen.

"May you ask the stars, where did that tribe come from?"

The woman nodded, and carefully picked up a stone plate from the foot of the long-eyed stone statue, on which were carved many stars, outlined together with simple branches, forming various shapes, which the people had spent twenty years drawing.

Falling Star knelt beside the stone statue and held up some small stones with both hands and handed them to his mother, which were carefully selected for divination.

The woman raised her head, looked at the starry sky, and recited a prayer.

"In the beginning, there was no day, only stars."

"The brightest star swallows up the rest of the dimness and becomes the sun, and day and night are separated."

"When the moon becomes the sun, the stars are annihilated, and there is no day and no night. The streams are dry, the vegetation is withered, and the end is approaching. ”

“…… Tell us, children, what to do, the stars......"

He grabbed a handful of stones and threw them into the stone plate, clanging.

Luoxing stared at the stones that fell in the stone plate, not knowing whether it was evil or lucky, and took out the black and white flag.

The woman looked at the flag, a little annoyed.

The black and white flag, in her eyes, is not a black and white bear or a yin and yang fish, but the sun and the moon.

"They believe in the sun and the moon, and are the enemies of the stars."

"What are we going to do?"

The woman bent down and looked at the stones in the stone plate and sighed, "This is the end of the world. ”

Falling Star asked in a panic, "Are we going to die?" ”

"Nope. It is the end and the beginning. The stars didn't tell me to win or lose, they just told me that if they won, it would be the end of the world, the moon would become the sun, and there would be no more stars. If we win, the stars will fill the sky again, and there will be no more daylight. ”

"Mom, we will win, there are many of us, we have weapons made of heavenly stones. They are not many in number, so I will take my people there and bring back their heads. ”

The woman shook her head and said, "Child, don't worry. Do you know why the moon is getting brighter? ”

"Because it swallowed up other stars."

"Yes, those tribes have their hair combed, their souls have been swallowed by the moon, and they no longer believe in the stars. They will fight us with those people, because they have no idea that with those people there will be the end of the river drying up. ”

"So what to do?"

"Go to the tribes of the east, and find the people of those tribes to go out with you. The souls of those tribes have not yet been consumed by the moon. ”

"Will they be with us?"

The woman laughed and said, "Child, do you remember the fawn you caught?" The doe was obviously scared, but when she heard the fawn's cry, she still ran over to feed. Go and bring all the women and children of the tribes of the east, and keep them in the villages. Those men will be obedient for the sake of their sisters and mothers. After the battle, you can ask for less of their tribute, or even ask them to give anything more. ”

Luo Xing shook his head and said, "Then our clan won't have enough to eat." There are seven or eight tribes to the east, and the acorn prey fruit sent every year can feed dozens of people. ”

The woman laughed, picked up the black and white flag over there and asked, "What do you see from here?" ”

"It's a strange piece like a leather, painted with charcoal and a kind of white stone."

"No, kid, you're looking too close. What I saw was that the tribe had enough food. ”

She paused for a moment, remembering what her son had said that the tribe was wearing like this, and said, "This is not skin, this is woven bark, and the bark is torn very thinly." That tribe will not starve, so they have time to tear such thin bark, and if they are hungry, it is better to dig up maggots, let alone take people to come so far to beat us. Having defeated their tribe, the food of their tribe will be ours. ”

The woman bent down, picked up Luoxing, who was kneeling beside the stone statue, and said, "Go, go and bring some people to bring all the tribes in the east to meet that tribe, and see if it is the end or the beginning." ”

The falling star agreed, and before leaving, the woman handed the flag over and said, "Burn it, this is the sun and moon that swallowed the stars, burn it, and the stars will be happy." ”

At the foot of the mountain, the people of the falling stars are waiting for the results of their divination, and the stars will tell them everything.

Falling Star walked up to his people, raised the banner and said, "This is the sun and the moon, if they win, the moon will swallow the stars, there will be no more night, and the rivers will dry up." Go and tell the tribes of the east to come here with women and children, and if that fails, the end will come. ”

The people looked at the banner and were terrified at what the stars had said. They had experienced a solar storm when the creek dried up, so they believed that when two suns appeared, it was the end of the world.

This war, for them, is not just a tribal struggle, but a battle to determine whether this world is destroyed, after all, the world in their eyes is only so big.

Soon, a dozen people left the tribe and went to the tribe to the east with the news that shocked them.

The moon rises in the east, and the sun rises in the east, so they feel that the tribes in the east need to know the myth of the creation of the stars before the tribes in the west, in case their souls are consumed by the sun and the moon.

The tribes of the east already believe in the myth of the creation of the stars, and they will also be terrified and will come in order not to let the end come.

Falling Star drew his sword and slashed the banner to smithereens, throwing it into the fire.

His sword was longer than anyone else's.

The swords of the clansmen are very soft, and they sometimes bend when fighting, and they need to be straightened before they can continue to be used.

His sword was not, and when he forged it, the forged people had poured animal blood and grease on the red-hot sword. They didn't think of why, they just thought it was a blessing from the stars, and the blood and grease were sacrificed, and the stars were very satisfied with this sacrifice, so they had this hard sword that didn't need to be straightened with their feet.

With their swords raised, the people sang and danced around the fire, just as they drove the moon away on a full moon night.

"The end will not come!"

With a roar, the clansmen shouted in unison, and struck the burning fire with wooden sticks, splashing countless sparks like stars, lighting up the night sky.