After a few more moments in awkward silence with the jaguar, he stood up and said, "I'll just return home. I do not care if I was exiled. They are planning an attack and they must listen!"

The Jaguar fixed him with those large intelligent green eyes it had, and with that, he ran.

In a flash, he noticed that the pain in his ankle had utterly disappeared from existence.

He wondered how that had happened.

Running at full speed through the woods, he found the trees rushing past him in a blur.

He, for one thing, loved to run.

He wondered how their response would be to him returning only after a day of his exile. He imagined some would judge and even scorn him, while some would merely be indifferent to it.

However, a few, such as his grandmother, would be inclined to listen to him.

He hoped that Man'thas soft spot for him would play through yet again.

Though last time it didn't work well exactly.

After a few more minutes of dashing through the trees, he saw movement through the bushes and came to a stop, nearly tripping himself in the process yet again.

He stopped and looked to the noise, and to his relief and luck, it was a patrol from his tribe.

"Hey! I carry a message and a warning!" He cried out to them.

The group who had been initially unaware of his arrival, jumped in surprise as they turned and said, "Hunter what are you doing here!?"

"I come with a warning!" Matheus said.

"What kind of warning?" Replied the man

"Over the hill, a way eastward, I saw a group of those men talking and planning attack routes. I also found a group spying on the camp right after I left!"

There was a brief hushed silence as the tribesmen glanced at each other seemingly considering his words when the leader finally spoke.

"If what you say is true...then we do have a serious problem on our hands..but if what you say is false, you will be tried and placed with treason and potentially executed depending on the severity of the treason," said the tribesmen slowly.

"I'm not lying!" He said and showed the emotions in his eyes.

Making eye contact with the leader of the patrol whom he thought his name was "Barro" which was a strange name, to be honest.

Barro seemed to have seen the truth and desperation in his eyes.

"We will return you and Man'tha will need your words," he spoke slowly before nodding to the rest of his patrol to circle around him in a pattern to signal that Matheus was carrying a message and one of dire importance.

He let them. If this meant he could get back to his tribe and warn them, he could spread the word of the impending attack.

"Thank you," he said and he merely got nods in reply.

They walked back in the circular pattern as those closest to the entranced glanced around and whispered in surprise at the sudden appearance of the boy, especially after only one day.

He overheard a couple of whispers, mainly about him either being so desperate to return to the camp even after one day while others whispered and talked as if this was a bad omen.

Eventually, Man'tha walked out from his hut and said as he stared right at him, "Why is it you are here boy? You are still in exile."

"He says he brings a message of the utmost urgency," said Barro.

He seemed to consider this before saying."Then speak your mind and we will decide further."

The group spread out to allow Matheus to step forward where he knelt respectfully, "Man'tha..war is on the horizon. I stumbled across a group of those men in the forest, two groups. One I saw yesterday spying on our camp! The other was just today discussing invasion routes!"

There was a collective gasp of shock from the watching crowd as they muttered, "War!?"

"War is coming!?"

"He speaks lies. They wouldn't dare attack us! We are too well trained and too well defended!" Said one of the warriors.

Warno he believed his name to be.

A proud, talented fighter but lacked room in one of the most important organs, the brain.

Needless to say, there was a reason why he was never allowed to lead patrols.

"Warno, one single soldier of theirs killed one of our brothers and wounded several others..use some common sense here!" Replied Matheus.

All he got in reply from the warrior was a scoff as Man'tha bellowed out, "ENOUGH!" He then continued, "What you say is a serious accusation. Even if this turns out to be simply false information, it could have lasting consequences to our relationship with these men."

Matheus looked up at him and allowed emotion to peer into his eyes as other voices spoke, ones whom he clearly and very dearly recognized.

His grandmother, the Shaman of the village.

"The boy speaks the truth. War is coming to us all!" Said the boy's grandmother in an unusually anxious voice.

Even more than usual.

As Man'tha and the rest of the crowd, including Matheus himself, looked onto the Shaman, she raised her wooden staff which carried leaves and said, "His destiny becomes clearer every passing second of every passing day. Don't be so foolish to not listen to him. You are all right to question and hesitate, but do not immediately dismiss his words as utter nonsense!" She finished with a dramatic flask of her staff.

"W-we weren't-" started one of the warriors but was cut off by the grandmother's scowl.

"You can not fool me. I can see the future you know!" She said.

She got no response after that.

With a look of triumph, she looked to Man'tha for his answer and he answered in an uncomfortable tone, "So..what do you need us to do?"

"Fortify our defenses and train our warriors for combat.. but me and the boy here have a special task at hand." She stated

"Right kind of task?" Asked Matheus caught quite off guard.

She revealed her crooked smile and said, "We are going to find the triad of the Amazon"

A shocked loud gasp filled the clearing.

"D-do they even exist-!?" Asked one of the onlookers.

"They exist, hidden in a secret cave beneath a waterfall on a mountain. Just a lovely stroll length away from here," She stated simply as if the answer was obvious.

The "Triad of the amazon" was a trio of three weapons made by the nature goddess's own hands.

Two massive curved blades with a bow of an unknown design fitted in a three-pronged position.

The legends surrounding these three weapons stated that they could bring untold destruction being able to cause harm to spirits, demons, angels.

And even immortals and gods.

The blades were said to be roughly five feet long and could slice through any known material to man.

The bow was a weapon known as a "crossbow" far larger than a normal bow and fired bolts strong enough to blast through solid stone that could resist storms.

It is said that only the one who becomes the Huntsmen could wield such weapons.

And to find them.

One needed a guide.

"But you are too old to make such a journey yourself!" Said Man'tha

The Shaman waved a hand nonchalantly, "Ohhh nonsense. I used to be the fittest runner in this tribe. Plus I know the exact location of the triad of the amazon and that includes the short cuts to get there."

"I-if..if you're sure-" said Man'tha stuttering.

"Yes I am sure," she replied.

"So..when do we leave?" Asked Matheus.

"I'm glad you asked boy.. we leave at sunset" she replied.

And as the sun began to set, a pair of hunters ran into the camp shouting.

"Man'tha-Man'tha-!" They said and stopped panting by him.

"What is it and where is the rest of your patrol?" He asked.

"D-..dead! They killed them. Those MEN killed them all!" They said.

There was a shocked silence no one around the clearing spoke until Man'tha asked, "But..how and why?"

"We came across a group and they began to talk. They displayed an interest in our culture and traditions and we must if lowered our guard too low as suddenly, these loud bangs ranged out and within seconds all except us two where dead!" He said then began to sob, traumatized.

"....by the will of Eba.." he breathed out and said.

"We have just been attacked without provocation and without warning or reason..!" He yelled out.

There was a mixture of panicked gasps and rapid muttering.

"What are we gonna do now!?" Asked a warrior nearby.

"What we are gonna do now..you ask?" He said quietly then bellowed out.

"Clan Foŕća...TO WAR!"