Long ago, when the Cyclops still ruled these lands, and the Old Mage Jatembe was not called the Old Mage, the great Starstone fell. The Mwangi who were one became many, and scattered to the four winds. It was a time of loss, when men and women became animals once again.
The Winye, though they were not called this yet, were far from their brothers and sisters, but further still from the truth. Over time, they heard whispers of power from a god of blood and darker things. Some began to worship this god, whose demands were great, but greater still were the rewards.
It was in this time that one of the Magic Warriors came to their lands. They cast out the worshippers, and brought the light of knowledge back to the tribe.
The first lesson taught to the Winye was that of the ban and maha. The remaining elders asked the Warrior, “What is your name, you who have saved us?”
The Warrior replied, “This one will learn their name in Pauxye.”
This made no sense to the elders, who asked said, “Surely you have a name!”
And still, the Warrior replied, “This ban has a name, but it is not this one’s name.”
In this way, the Winye learned of the difference between ban and maha, and of Pauxye once more. The gods were returned to their proper place, alongside the spirits of the land. The ban was acknowledged, but no longer revered, this honor for the maha alone. The Magic Warrior remained for several moons, returning the knowledge of all things to the Winye, but these are stories for another night.