Tauphis village must have been the most boring place on the whole planet, no one ever had
an original thought, all the buildings, save the Town hall, looked the same, all the people
looked the same; everyone had the same scruffy black hair, had the same short full beard,
the same tan, most even wore the same clothes, on account of the village having no tailor,
and most often even talked about the same old things, ranging from the great harvest to the
newer generations being all wrong, on a good day you mightâve overheard them badmouth
another village, those were special occasions for Tauphi as it was the only time outside of
the caravan returning he got to hear about other villages. One unique person in the village
was âThe Originalâ as everyone called him, Tauphi spent a lot of time with him whenever the
caravan was away, he was the one who built the village around the Town hall, and while he
had interesting stories and looked different-ish, you could still make out the things that made
everyone else so dull only his hair and beard were longer and white.
Tauphi didnât care for most of the Village, that accounted both locations and the occupants,
the fields had the same old crops, the houses had the same old people, the one interesting
thing was the Town hall, it was a large imposing structure made of white metal, looking like
crumpled paper where it met the floor only regaining cohesion as one looked higher where it
regained its rounded shape, most of the inside was decrepit only a few rooms even had
lighting, one of which was the meeting room of the village leaders, Tauphi knew the Original
was part of that group but couldnât bother remembering the other ones. He'd been in that
room for a few weddings and sneaking in to enjoy the view from the window. It was a big
open room with a lot of chairs and sloped tables and a big wide window from which you
could see many other villages from and imagine what might be happening there.
Tauphi was just about fed up with everything IN the village but the caravaners, the
caravaners were different: they had different hairstyles, the most exciting stories you could
dream of, one of them didn't even have beard and they wore custom made clothes from
other villages and even carried weapons, not like the huntersâ weapons made from wood
and string but weapons made of metal just like the Town hall. And today Tauphi was finally
old enough to join them to trade the village's boring old produce, they already knew him of
course since he wouldnât let them get a second of rest when they were in the village, asking
more questions than a child's lungs should have allowed.
But they welcomed him, not just because they finally wouldnât need to answer his questions
anymore but also because finding people interested in other places was actually quite
difficult, to Tauphi it always seemed like everyone but him came into the world with an innate
contentedness he just couldnât share, because of this, the caravan usually only gained one
member per generation.
As they approached their first destination the caravaners gave Tauphi a heads up, saying
that the people of other villages looked âdifferentâ . Tauphi couldnât really imagine what that
was supposed to mean but nodded sternly not wanting to appear unprepared. As the other
village got closer, Tauphis heart raced, finally something different but as they entered,
Tauphie felt there was something odd about these people he just couldnât shake. The
villagers all gave a strange stare of fear mixed with familiarity like a just recently tamed
animal they were clearly not quite comfortable with the situation.
As Tauphi looked closer, he realised what was off about these villagers: They were all
different people from each other.
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