The sun shone brightly in a crystal blue sky over a massive and highly dense rainforest, the trees of various sizes and heights stretched on for miles upon miles.

Eventually, if you look close enough, you would find a patch of trees had been cut away to reveal a clearing.

And around that clearing, stood dozens of men with a few women and even children of various ages and heights thrown about, and by the positions, you could tell that the people had been assorted into two separate groups. Tribes, you could call them.

In the very center of this clearing, stood a small yet wide table engraved with various markings, showing stone carvings of people, stars, the sun. There were more exotic drawings such as ones that seemed to depict demons, monsters, and gods.

On one end, stood a man with a large curved helmet like that of a noble eagle with various parts of wooden armor strapped to his shoulders, thighs, and chest. On the end of his helmet spread several dozen feathers of various colors as the man folded his arms and looked across the table.

Across from him, was an elderly figure hunched over, wearing a leopard-skin cloak and one eye clawed out by a massive scar that was thrown across his face.

He held up a bundle of bones and said in a raspy voice, "Today...our fates will be revealed..may the gods share their wisdom with us all.”

The younger and physically stronger man said nothing but waited in silence.

What the elderly man was referring to was what is called the "council of bones" a day that took place once a year and would predict their futures and lives until the next meeting.

Each of the bones was half burnt and had originally come from chicken bones although, apparently, sometimes even human bones were used in this ritual.

A bone landing had two meanings: if the pure unburnt side landed facing either side of the table it meant good luck and fortune favored them.

But if the burnt side landed facing either side, it meant evil and fortune had a specific distaste for them.

After all, bones were thrown and when the sun struck noon, the gods would send down a messenger, usually in the form of a sphere, and would rapidly flash a cluster of images that would tell them their futures.

And the thing about the bones was.

The bones never lie

Never lie.

The elderly man was a man named "Ahex Mongre" a man who's fighting days were behind him, but he has the reputation of being as ruthless and brutal as can be and was a brilliant tactician. 

But some whispered tales of his slow descent into madness and some even say he had cannibalistic tendencies. 

Across from him was a man named "Osh'tera" the leader of the rival tribe of Ahex known as "Forća". "Forća" was a massive clan respected for its military might while Ahex's clan known as "Sombra" was a clan shrouded in secrets and little was known about them. The little information is known was they were ruthless fighters who knew little of honor and respect and had infamous "no prisoner rule".

Needless to say they were both feared and respected.

The elderly man said nothing but threw down the pile of bones.

A few seconds passed as they listened to the clinks and clanks of the bones as they landed and spread out from the table.

Upon landing, the air itself seemed to freeze as the bones finished bouncing around the table.

"Meu Deus do céu..." said Osh'tera quietly.

There was a collective gasp as the bones were visible to all.

As the bones had all landed.

Burnt side facing every direction they could see.

"But...what could bring such destruction to our lands?" Asked Osh'Tera.

Ahex never replied to which he started to cackle as a dark look appeared  in his eyes, "At long last..the time is among us.”

"The time?" Asked Osh'tera, "what time?".

"The time for the God of chaos and ruin to instill his rule across our land and lead us to a new era!" Stated Ahex.

"You fool, you follow the word of a god of chaos and destruction. I shall not speak his name to refuse summoning him!" Replied Osh'tera.

"Oh There is no need for that...he is already here," stated the old man.

Making eye contact with Osh'tera, Ahex's pupils became like stars and glinted with madness as searing pain flew through Osh'tera's head. 

He gasped and clutched his head as did the rest of his tribe that had come with him to see the ritual unfold.

It was all Osh'tera could do as a wave of shadow wrapped over the clearing, blotting out the sun.

The only thing they could see was the glow of several dozen sets of eyes that rushed forward.

"Gah!" Awoke a young boy of about sixteen years of age covered in sweat.

He was well muscled, tall and was covered in a mere cloth around his waist as his long black hair swept around his shoulders. 

He was inside a simply made hut made with wood, clay and so forth.

Waking up and rubbing his eyes, he walked outside into the blazing sun briefly covering his eyes until his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. 

That had been the third time he had that dream in a week and he didn't know why.

He had heard legends of Osh'tera who was said to have been a legendary, very powerful, and compassionate ruler. He had heard of the ritual of bones or whatever else it was called.

He had overslept. again. He was getting annoyed with it. He never overslept. But, it seems, that whenever he would have that dream he would oversleep for a few hours.

He was planning on seeing the village's Shaman-his grandmother about those dreams to see if they meant anything.

He spotted a patrol coming back from hunting. They  carried the remains of a marshdeer, but something about it looked off as parts of it seemed to have been smashed, unlike a small hole from an arrow.

He only heard a few parts of the conversation.

"Armored metal men-"

"Demons-"

"Machines of war-"

He heard these but paid little mind to it, surely those were just merely exaggerations right?

Walking through the camp he came to meet a few other tribe members. They were his fellow tribemates that he most often hunted with.He  went by three names.

"Hunter","boy", and his true name which only his close family called him-

Snapping him quickly out of these thoughts was a voice that belonged to his mentor "Markel", a respected and experienced warrior.

"You’re late again.This  the third time this week Hunter," he said

The boy sighed and said quietly,"yes I know it's that same dream again.”

The far older man nodded and shrugged, "after we get back, see the shaman about it I suppose.”

"Oh I was planning on doing so already," he said

His mentor merely nodded before saying, "We need to get moving.If we wait too much longer, the boars will have  moved on." 

The boy hardly responded, "alright.

And with that the group took off into the dense jungle.

(Translations
Sombra=shadow
Forća=strength
Meu Deus do céu=by the gods)

(Thanks to Mingan_369 for providing these translations XD)