OOC: The End has come!
Yal, Zer, and Mralka landed on the Peninsula. This was where they had seen those primitive humans several weeks ago. They looked around, and presently saw a small group of the humans, hesitantly walking toward them with spears. Mralka pulled out a fruit and gave it to one, and the human stopped. He took a bite, said something to his companions, and then they lowered their spears. The elephants, the meercat, and their Luma-Oheh companions would sleep here tonight.
As the moon rose, the Neanderthals all fell to the ground and began to say a prayer. When they rose, Yal walked over to them. He gestured at the moon, and then, using the small amount of their language he had learned, told them that the moon was special to him too. Zer, watching as her friend shared his beliefs, marveled how even as far from each other as the Elephants and the Neanderthals were, that they would share a belief. The small group talked to their new friends, marveling at how many things are never thought about, and how little is truly known
Ma’lan looked over the army in the boats. The human army was the largest, but that was because they used children as well as adults. Their leader, Trovare II, was preparing to vanquish their ancient foe. The parrots had a small force, which was divided into the nature controllers and the bombers, out to avenge Poow-lum. The otters came as well, with many of their soldiers all prepared for battle. Thirty otters had been the first to die, their lake had been destroyed, and they were out for vengeance. The Elephant Splinter had a force of warriors going along as well, led by an elephant named Kharan. The octopuses had sent a force as well, large, made up of most of the Christian octopuses, led by Aquapex, who also head a force of Orangs. S-Olo led what Luma-Oheh were left to war. The meercats had a special mission, and the dolphins were attacking the last remnants of the Vinion fleet.
Anjar, leader of the Vinion/Elephant Empire defense force, gave a dark smile. She was human, and utterly devoted to the Empire. She had been promised a seat on the council, to replace the woman Trovare had killed. She would preserve the empire, even in its darkest hour.
The army of the Free Nations landed on the beach in front of the elephant mountain. It towered above them, large and silent. Here had the darkest deeds on Tuska been commited. Here a two-thousand year war, started when the humans nearly destroyed old earth, would be ended. The series of battles started when Hack led the humans to attack Gana-lum would end with this one. This was the final battle.
Trovare was displeased. He thought all the parrots should fight, and did not think much of Ma’lan and the nature whisperers staying back at the boats, preparing a last minute defense. Trovare had never liked the powers of nature taking on a life of their own, it reminded him of Nw. But Trovare knew the alliance had to hold, so he placed a guard around the nature whisperers, in case they were attacked. The guard consisted mostly of children, including Trovare’s 5 year old son, Justinian, and was headed by Trovare’s wife.
The King of the Mariuns rode up to the front of the army, lifted a megaphone, and shouted.
“ELEPHANTS AND VINIONS, RELEASE YOUR SLAVES, VOW NEVER TO ATTACK US AGAIN, AND GIVE US YOUR IRON, OR WE SHALL DESTROYE YOU!”
The Mountain was silent, and then a single gat opened. Out rode Anjar, followed by several more humans on horseback. Then more gates opened, and a huge army, comprised of humans leading Silverbacks, came marching out. More gates opened, and a similar force, comprised of elephants leading Tuskus. This was the largest army to ever walk the face of Tuska. This was the final force of the elephant empire.
The meercats were tunneling as fast as they could. With them were a few of the oldest male elephants.
The two armies met. The parrots dropped bombs upon the force of evil, and the humans fought with great heroism. The otters used their small size to an advantage, and the elephants fight with a rage against their former oppressors. The soft octopuses are able to manipulate their body in ways that makes them hard to defeat, and the orangs and Luma-Oheh use their long arms to strike foes far away. The Tuska and Silverbacks are unorganized, unlike the forces of good, and are easily killed.
It is no use.
Even if it takes five silverbacks to kill one otter, the Elephant Empire has the forces. The Free nation’s army is just being overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. The forces slowly surround the Free Nations, killing many. Anjar decapitates a human on horseback, and then makes her horse kick another one. She laughs as victory seems at hand. The Elephant Empire brings out elephant spears, and kills many of the good elephants. Meftu smote a Tuska in the face, and then collapsed as a spear stabbed him through the heart.
The Parrots, as well as some otters, which had just arrived from helping the dolphins by controlling the sharks to aid them in their battles, begin to prepare their last defense. As the sun sets and the moon rises, they will try to use their power to make the tiny Mitochondria fight the evil humans and elephants form the inside. This last group begins preparing the most powerful mental command they have ever done. The otters that are not needed go to aid the other otters still on the battlefield. They bring good news: the dolphins managed to defeat the last fleet of the Vinions.
The improved morale, as well as the small amount of reinforcements, manages to slightly turn the tide of the battle. Trovare slays many silverbacks, and leads his men to drive the army of evil back a small ways. Kharan led one last charge, that broke through the ranks of the tuska and managed to cause chaos in that army. It was not enough to give the forces of good victory, but the sudden revolt of a large group of Tuska, caused by the otters who were not preparing the last defense, could. The armies of the elephant empire began to fall apart.
The Meercats had reached the slave tunnels, and managed to make a hole. They saw many slaves, male elephants, female elephants who had been part of the splinter tribe or who had broken laws, and meercats. They tried to convince them to flee, but the slaves refused for two reasons: they fear their masters too much, and they are bound by chains.
The free meercats and male elephants will break the chains of any who wish to be freed, but none wish it. So the oldest of the meercats, and the old male elephants, former slaves, find a few old slaves they recognize. One of them, an elephants, suddenly spoke.
“I remember, years ago, how two chimpanzees and an otter helped free some of my brothers. I did not manage to escape, but I now remember how it felt to want to be free. I now want to feel how it is to be free!”
As one elephant slave is freed, more begin to turn. Some of the Meercats begin clamoring for freedom as well.
The Elephant Empire knew their time was almost up, so they did their one, last, darkest plan: they fired gunpowder rockets at the opposing forces. The explosions killed many of the Free Fighters, including Kharan, leader of the elephants. Trovare watched as the Vinions and their Elephant Allies led their slaves to kill the remaining forces of good. He swore it would not be so.
Anjar and her guard was fighting the otter forces, killing many of the kindly water folk. She began to ride and then a spear hit her horse. She fell off and looked at whom through it. Trovare Romulus the Second stood there, his father’s sword, Chieftain, in his hand. Anjar drew her own sword, and went to fight him.
Ma’lan and the other otters and parrots were almost done. If the forces on land could hold out for a few minutes longer…
Anjar and Trovare circled each other, swinging their swords but getting blocked by the other each time. Suddenly, Anjar charged. Trovare blocked her blows, but she kicked him in the shin. There was a loud crack, and Trovare fell down. He then stood back up, and looked at his foe with a great hatred in his eyes. Anjar swung her weapon, but Trovare managed to block it with enough force to knock it out of her hand. He then lunged at his foe.
Trovare slashed at her shoulder, but his sword did not puncture the armor. He then smashed the hilt on her helmet, breaking it in two. Her face now exposed, Anjar snarled as she stabbed Trovare in the gut with a smaller sword she had.
Time seemed to slow for Trovare as he stumbled back. All sounds seemed muffled, all visions blurry. He looked up, and saw Anjar coming toward him. She lifted her sword, but Trovare grabbed her arm, and then stabbed her through the back. He then pulled his sword out and swung at her neck. Headless, Anjar’s body fell to the ground.
Trovare collapsed. He was mortally wounded, but still lived. He watched as the Elephant and Vinion armies slowly pushed the remains of the Free Armies back, killing many. Trovare lay his head down, and waited for the end.
The Meercats and the slaves they had freed were working as fast as they could, but they could only free a few at a time. Suddenly, they heard a noise and water began trickling in. The slavers were flooding the slave tunnels!
Ma’lan knew it would not work.
They had debated the plan for a long time, if they could command the mitochondria. The eventually decided they could, but now, as he though while gathering psychic energy for the command, Ma’lan knew it would not work. The Mitochondria had been part of other organisms for so long, they were no longer truly alive. But it was their only hope, so even if it could only damage the Elephant Empire, it could achieve victory.
The Parrots and otters began to form the command, and Ma’lan knew that it was hopeless. But even as they released the energy, something happened. As the psychic energy began to move, a cloud moved as well, letting moonlight shine upon the field of battle. And when the moonlight hit the energy, it changed from a command into a call.
Far away, the ferrites heard the call. They heard it, and they remembered their friends. They remembered N-Wooheh. They remembered, and they came. They floated over the mountain, and all iron flew towards them. The iron of the chains on the slaves, the iron in the weapons of every fighter, the iron in the blood of the Evil Elephants and the Vinions. The last iron ore in the entire world flew toward the ferrites. Knowing this, the ferrites then gathered, and floated up to space.
With the evil Elephants and Vinions dead, the Silverbacks and Tuska ran off into the wilderness. They had been freed at last.
The Freed Slaves and the Meercats who helped them emerged from the mountain, looking around at the changed world. They walked over to the few survivors, about equal amount. Of the leaders of the armies, only S-Olo and Ma’lan (and possibly Aquapex, not all of the survivors had gathered yet) remained. The small human guard on the Nature Whisperers had joined them as well, with Trovare’s wife and son standing next to his body, tears going down their faces. In her hand, his wife held Trovare’s sword, the largest piece of iron left in the world.
The toll of energy on the nature whisperers was great, and all but Ma’lan had died. And Ma’lan knew his time was short, so the ancient parrot began speaking.
Ma’lan wrote: I am old beyond measure. I remember the elder days, when the Elephant Empire had only male elephant slaves, when the humans lived in small nomadic tribes in constant war with the Oheh-Olo. I remember when Wa-Olo freed the first slaves; I remember when Aro-Bado started the mutant revolution. I remember when Hack marched on Gana-lum; I remember when Trovare fought against all life, and how Vela made the alliance. I remember when Nw was born.
That age is over. The age of war and horror and hatred. I know not what comes now. But I know it will be better, and that I will not be in it. Live the new age, and goodbye. My soul shall go to Garuda, Lord of the Sky. My body shall go to Nw, protector of Nature.
With that, Ma’lan died. As soon as he died, an avatar of Nw, in the form of Kicho the Iche-iche, appeared. The old friend of Ma’lan scurried over, and then assimilated his body. They both then disappeared.
The War had ended, and as the survivors and freed slaves walked to the boats, they wondered what the new age would bring.
The old otter finished his tale. He looked at his audience, and saw how fitting it was that one member of each species of the Free Nation was there to listen. A human, two otters, a parrot, two elephants ( African, the Indian ones had joined no side), a octopus, a Luma-Oheh (or was it an Orang?), a Meercat, and one of the Sea-Otters, another nomadic group of otters who were met. The Heehow were not there, but they did not have the language abilities to listen to so long a story. Had any Neanderthals been part of a nation, they would have not been at so long a story either, but they were neutral as well.
It was twenty five years after the survivors, as well as Yal, Zer, and Mralka, had arrived at the new nation. It was one of three, it, the Wolf-raven nation, and Hive. The termites and the Wolves had made a truce, so there had been twenty years of peace. The longest time of peace in the world since the first tribes of humans had fought. The Free Nation survivors had decided to merge into one nation, and had accepted many smaller tribes as well. They had colonies in Central America, the Southern end of the jungle peninsula, and had plans to resettle the Italian peninsula as well.
They had some difficulties, such as the lack of iron ore, but bronze worked just as well. It was, as Ma’lan predicted, a better age. Nature was better off, and so was the world. Ollek Aah Wa Eak