Today Guys, I would like to share a bit of a legend from my forefathers who first settled down in the hills of Nagaland.
There once was a proud Angh or King of a large village. He owned a range of hills which was on the other side of a wide river which he claims to own too. There he would hunt and exploit the outer side and share the bounty with no other tribe. Not even to the desperate tribes who suffer from famines.
Instead of allowing them to pass, he would challenge to a One on One combat with any of the clan's their Village Chief in the middle of the river. The Angh was almost 7 ft tall and as strong as 10 men. He struck down all the all to the leaders of 16th clans. Now the rest of the people who followed their murdered leaders were not allowed to join into the Angh's clan because they were deemed hopeless and worthless even to kill. So he did not bother with the leaderless group. This act for selfishness also made his own people disgusted of him but dared not to speak against, fearing they too would be beheaded.
But one particular clan total of only 30 members (including the elderly) was next. The clan was lead by only a young lad and with the support of his wife and the rest of the clan members. He was suddenly met with the lost clans, crying and wailing, hanging heads filled with sorrow and despair, all of them were on the verge of breaking. They warned him and begged him not to approach the ruthless Angh if he cared for his own people.
The lad heard their warnings and the stories. Then he said with a chuckle, "That is no Angh."
He took up his Dao (machete weapon) and went up to the king who waited for his next victim and proclaimed, "We will now like to live in this land and make this our home."
There was a moment of silence as if men, women, nature, sound and time stood still and shared the same thought like, "Huh? An idiot."
The Angh swang his broad Dao over the lad's head. But the young chief was quick enough to go around his back and struck his tendons on his heels. The Angh kneeled and his nack was at the mercy to the young man's blade.
'I'm the Great Angh Of this land," roared the Angh, "and You shall never be great as me."
"That was amusing.", the Young man replied cheekily, "You never seemed like one.". With those final words, the Angh was beheaded and the river carried the remains of the fallen Angh away.
The young lad proclaimed yet again to the whole clans, "We, the Kaihe Clan, are victorious. Come let us move forward to our new home beyond the hills."
The people rejoiced, cheered for their hero and sang loudly which echoed through the land. All the clans found their "Will/Spirit" to begin anew
Even in this Present time, The Kaihe village is surrounded by the other clans who were saved from that day as a sign of protection and eternal gratitude.
THE END
Hope you guys liked it. Thank you for reading.