There is a story the Samonali told. About a small boy named Eyas from the Oak-Bow tribe. Eyas lived in the time the white settlers began to build cities in what is now called Nowaziemia. The native Samonali were at conflict with the Terralandian colonists. They refused white hunters request to catch the game among the hills, yet the hunters continued to prey on the protected animals. The tensions between the two people were high. And the matter consumed the lives of the adults.

Eyas was a born with deep red eyes. He scared the other children. He grew-up quite and unsociable. When the village children were old enough to no-longer judge by appearances, his mother urged him to play with the children. Instead, Eyas would sit on the ground and watch the monkeys play along the pathways. He liked to mimic them, walking on his toes and fingertips, bouncing up and down. He even mimicked their screeches and babbling. He was quite good at it. Many passersby would compliment him. He never responded to their words though, he didn't care for their opinion. When he had learned what he could from the monkeys he moved on to the other village pets, such as dogs and flightless birds. When he was old enough to leave his mother's side, he wandered into the forest, and watched the animals there. Soon he could coax a deer by his side, play with wolves as if they were nothing more than dogs. He spent almost no time near the village, and the tribe members began to mummers. His mother decided that it was time for her son to go through the right of passage, and become a man. So she went to a cliff-side where her son was watching the hawks glide.

"Come along." She said. "It's time for you to go into training, it's time you became a man."

"I'm already a man." Eyas replied, watching the birds. "Go away, we don't want you here."

"You don't know how to shot a bow, how will you ever fall a white-man? You can't be a man if you act like a child."

"I'll kill them with my teeth." He said casually. This comment visually disturbed his mother.

"Stop that, you can't behave like an animal. You are a boy, not a man, and not a beast."

"I AM a beast, and I'm claiming this land, so listen to me and get off it."

"Your not a beast, and we have a rightful chief."

"I can do anything the animals can do, the animals take what they want, If the other animals don't agree they die. Just like us and the white-men I decided that I want the village, so I'm taking it." The frightened mother frightfully searched for words that would stop her son. She pointed to the Hawks."

"If you can do anything THEY can do then jump off the cliff, and fly." The boy smiled and stood up.

"Very well then." He ran to the edge and leaped into the open air. His arms grew feathers and his head a beak. And soon he was soaring among the birds. His mother was struck dumb and looked at him through gaping eyes. Eyas turned and flew into his mother, knocking her into the dirt. He placed a claw onto her neck. "Don't make a fool of me mother, I knew you wished me dead. I can't forgive that." He squeezed until she stopped breathing. He wasted no time racing to the village as a four-legged hunting beast. "I am no longer an eyas; I'm a hawk now, Black Hawk." He ripped out the chief's throat and dictated the village for three long years.

The Black Hawk threatened both the Oak-Bow and the white-hunters. They forgot their prejudice, and together the conspired with in the crevice of the rocks and the depths of the cave. Until the great battle broke-out the Black Hawk killed many men and left un-fading scars on the Hawk-Hunters. But the will power of the many-weak over took the Black Hawk, and he died. The Hawk-Hunters incased his remains in boiled lead, and buried his body deep within a lake so that he would never rise again. And out of all the anguished caused. The Samonali and the Terralandian colonists were united.