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I got hooked in a new Korean Drama recommended by my friend. It was named Arthdal Chronicles.

Long ago people were nomads. They transfer every single time when their food run out or the place is no longer safe for them. But little by little people learned to settle, they tend crops and that’s how the Arthdal began. But as the people settle the need to fight for their land arisen. And the two kinds of people fight for it. The Saram and the Nenthrals. They were almost look alike but they differ in many ways. Saram has all the qualities the modern human has. Red blood and know how to tend crops. But Nenthrals are different. They were born with Blue bloods in their veins. They had strength like lions. They also grew scabs at their back and strong pointy nails. They consume more on meat and work in Barbaric ways. And due to that Saram had a crisis. Nenthrals were stronger to be their opponent now they needed their lands too. They got to do something.

One day they met at the boundary. Saram leaders came. Clothes with well made fabric and covered with metals they had crafted. Unlike them Nenthrals came too clothed with skins and bones of what they killed. But the Sarams didn’t come with nothing. They brought something to offer.

The saram leader spoke. “We came her to talk about the land.” The right approaches the table and showed their offering. And he started to speak. “Here are the crops we are willing to share. You could see garlic and barley. As long as we could have your land whatever crops that we harvest we share it with you. Your family would never be hungry anymore.”

The Nenthrals laughed at him. He smirked and replied. “We all owned the land but we have fair share of yours. And we don’t eat those especially garlic.” The Saram group felt dismayed. The nenthral turned their back and left the Saram. The leader got the idea that the meeting was over and they didn’t get what they wanted.

As they go home they didn’t lose hope and give up. An idea came and they could offer more. Like fine fabric like Satin as the festival is approaching soon. Nenthrals may fall for it and indulge their selves in such clothing.

But other than that something bigger is about to happen.

As the festival si coming many Nenthdral got sick. They became so weak. But still they are pushing through the festival as the sun rises. It was night the dark colored eaten the whole sky. Only bright stars are seen. But it seems off. As the bright stars coming nearer to them. The tribes is doomed to their end.

From the palace far from the Nenthral the leader spoke to his right hand. “ All the plans my son made was a success.” “What do you mean master?” He asked. “It started with those offerings. We are being refused so what better offer for them is to bring back their laughs. The latest offer brought them to their death. As each of the fabric were rubbed against those ill animals. Our sacrificial lady just brought the disease to them. But we all know they are strong. Many will survive so we used those birds to bring fire to them. Those bird that comes back to where they belong. The plan is masterpiece.”