spoke the coordinates out.
"Got it. We'll be there in Aproximently three weeks." Green said. I rest my head on the rocks, nodding along. I was so happy. I didn't care I was so high up. I didn't care that I was this close to falling into the depths below. I opened my eyes to really got the scope of the land. The destroyed landscapes and the sand. I breathed out for a moment, feeling the cold air in my face, I could almost cry. Eventually, I decided to climb down. My legs gave out at the last step as I landed. I laughed to myself. It was finally over. Once I could gather my strength I took my hat off and placed my head on the rocks. I closed my eyes, starting to rest. I feel myself starting to relax. For once, I can just sleep...
I was out for who knows how long. I was poked awake by a Demon. "Gruap?" It said. I yelled, scooting away. It stared at me blankly and titled its head. I had my wrist blade ready to strike. It didn't move.
"W-what?" I replied, suddenly realizing it's not trying to kill me. "I...don't understand."
It made a symbol like food. Was he asking me to eat? "G...Hungrup?"
I put my hat back on and followed. "Uh, sure..."
It leads me to the bonfire. The prisoners uneasily eat with their former enemies. They're serving cooked meat of some kind. I can assume they're giving their own kind as an apology. I sit at the head. The hooded stranger was next to me. "Call me crazy but I think you're the new chief."
"I think so."
"You should be more excited. You have a whole army at the palm in your hands!"
I mean...I suppose it's possible but I can't stay here. I need to transfer the power."
"It's your tribe. What you say, goes."
"If they can understand what...Oh! I can just teach these Demons English!"
The stranger laughs. "Is it that easy?"
I shrug. "I mean it shouldn't be terrible right? Just a little something before I leave this place. I don't think I could even leave without settling this." I then get the biggest piece of meat of the group. Benefits of the chief. I start slowly eating, enjoying the food with my new tribe.
The next day, I put the prisoners to work. I have them teach the Demons English. It was like a community center, I loved it. Over time, the Demons spoke like us better and better. I choose the best creature that spoke the best English and told him to follow me.
"Hmm...Your language is strange, Chief." He says, his voice was rough.
"I know. What's your name?"
"Hm, I was called Selfton."
"Selfton. Cool. Tell me about the chief customs."
"We as a people follow one person. What he says goes. We follow him, hear his commands."
"Do you mesh well with other tribes?"
Selfton scoffed. "No. They betray who we are. They fought against us. The traitors are scum. They do nothing. Where are they now?"
"Not here, that's for sure. Things won't change over there. I won't be fighting any more chiefs that's for sure."
The Demon nods. "What's the plan, Chief?"
"I'm gonna make you chief after the lesson is over, ok?"
He was shocked, he shook his head. "N-no, I couldn't possibly..."
"Nonsense. You were here longer than me. Just two things. No more sacrifices and no more Angel Waste. Got it?"
"Easier said than done, chief. We've been doing it so for so long. We'll definitely try."
I tapped his shoulder. "And that's the first step to change."
Once the week was up, I taught the Demons properly. They can finally communicate with us now. At the same time, Selfton teaches me Demon. Or the basic form of it. I also learn the different markings of the creatures. With all I can do, I give the leadership role to Selfton. The Demons bow to him as I head over to the old path. I picked up a wrapped-up Sera and walk to leave, planning to inform the others. I expect the prisoners to follow me but, they stay. I approach the Samurai. "You're not leaving?"
"No." He answered. "I like it here. These Demons are ok. I'm pretty happy here."
I smiled. "Wow. I can't believe it. Good luck, friend." I shook his hand and started walking away. I turned for the last time, looking at the crowd of Demons and humans, chatting and eating in harmony over the campfire. I gave them one last wave and made my way out the canyon.
Looks like I solved racism.