23/11/2020
Many things were expected from the youngest direct descendant of Boreo the Sage. As an apeling, Namue was thus, rebellious by default. He kept denying his heritage, choosing instead to live the nonchalant life of the Boreo Clan sans responsibilities.
This went on for the longest time until one fateful day, when playful Namue was off on one of his mischiefs, having “borrowed” a sacred scroll from the Boreo High Temple, he was ambushed by a group of chimpassassins on a hill just outside of Boro Boro Village.
At a serious disadvantage and lacking power and not to mention training, Namue’s days were numbered had it not been for the intervention of Boreo in the form of his exalted grandfather, Dawen the Leaf, and his legendary three-headed sibat, who dispatched these mercenaries with the greatest of ease.
Shameful, bloody, and shivering from near death but in awe of his grandfather’s prowess, young Namue resigned his ears to receive a mouthful. Instead, he found himself looking up to a smiling weary face and being told a personal story of Boreo. One that has been handed down from orangutan elder to elder, never written but never forgotten. A story that brought him to tears and made him realize his destiny, for he knows there is nothing greater in this life or the next. It was then, he made a promise to an old orangutan.
Henceforth, Namue embraced his lineage and spent the rest of his days pushing to learn and train in the ways of the Boreo Clan monks. Namue is much older now. Somewhere along his path, he was deemed worthy to wield his grandfather’s legendary sibat and take on the mantle of elder and leader.
Namue still lives a carefree life. Albeit now, not a single day goes by without him keeping that unwritten promise he made to his dearly departed grandfather on that windy hill with the earth as his witness.
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