The Myth of Sakachi

"Myths are not stories that are untrue...

Rather they are tales that don't fit neatly into the historical record...

Which serves as a foundation to a culture."

- ExtraCredits: Mythology The waves crashed across the sand. The sun rises in the east as it bathed the island in a warm glow. The fishing village was bustling with life as kids played, dogs bark, and clothes flapped in the cool ocean breeze. Boats came in over the horizon as more members of the village arrived back with resources for the village to continue its rapid expansion. Although with the rapid expansion, it means that other nations from around the world would want to take advantage of their lands.

Sakachi sat down on the shore of the Phagosian Sea as he watches his people come and go. He was the king of Abnovania, a newly found city-state nation, and he was worried about the future of the Abnovanian people. He had feared that they would be integrated into the nearby nation of Theios-Essukdal, or worse be razed by the Bardonians of the dictatorship nation of the Bardonia Empire in a devastating conquest.

Luckily for Abnovania, there was a chance of them being recognized as an independent nation as long as they get their borders on the map. They were getting large enough to be seen as a town, and they had a castle being built onto their artificial island, but Sakachi knew that the expansion would be costly and attract the eyes of the other nations. He knew that he had to create some peace talks in the other nations to ensure their safety in the next few years.

Sakachi stood up from his spot on the beach and made his way towards their small port. From there he collected a few items and talked to the sailors and traders at the port. He lit them know where he was going and he made sure to let them know that his second-in-command was going to be in control during his time away. His people said their farewells, bowed down and waves as they watched as their king move towards the shore.

He made his way to the shores of the island, with the waves crashing onto the sands with a wooden boat dragging behind him. Setting the oak boat onto the sandy shores, he pushed it into the water before getting into it. After grabbing a map, iron and gold for trading, and some food for the journey he set sail for the nation of Theios-Essukdal.

Unfamiliar with the regions, he looked at his map and noticed that he had mistakenly grabbed a flyer to sign up for the cartographer's guild. The only reason he had it on him was that he was trying to get Abnovania’s borders marked on the map so it could be recognized as an independent city-state nation. Sakachi shrugged it off, noticing that he could see flags and people on the horizon as a large landmass grew closer to him. Once he got closer, reality began to set it as he noticed that the flags didn’t belong to Theios-Essukdal, but rather the very oppressive Bardonian Empire.

Sakachi realized that he had rowed onto their southern maritime border, realizing that the protection of Theios-Essukdal was south of him. He watched as the archers in iron-plated armor raise their longbows, lighting up their arrows as they start to prepare to raze him along with his boat. The warriors began to launch their boats as arrows start to rain down all around him. Sakachi, with quick thinking, turned his boat and started to row south frantically, dodging the incoming arrows. The iron armor of the warriors had slowed them down, giving him the advantage to escape. He could hear the angry shouts of the barbarians dwindle off in the distance as the island started to disappear behind him. The moon shined onto the calm waters as he looks up into the starry night. If I can’t use a map to find my way to Theios-Essukdal, then the gods and the stars will bring me there. He thought to himself as he continued to row south to his safety.