On the night of the 21st (CGT Day 172), the celebration begins, lasting until the next sunset. The day of the 22nd is spent working towards a greater understanding and knowledge of Kampar's teachings.

The sun was setting, it was soon time.

"Deeja, Paploo; put your toys down, and come help me," she called out to her two cubs as she gathered a few remaining parcels. She handed her son a small chunk of Churi meat wrapped in Doggle leaves, that she had cleaned off his first kill in a hunt with his father. To her daughter she gave a portion of the Blase tree goat that they were both going to enjoy this evening. Both meals were carefully prepared in a berry marinate since this morning. Her son was very excited, due to this was his first opportunity to eat something he hunted himself, and on a celebratory day no less.

They walked slowly across the bridges and catwalks to the central village and her children chattered to one another. She smiled as her son recounted, again, the story of his 'great hunt'. They arrived and she noticed that most of the village had already arrived, and the central fire pit was already ablaze. She signaled to her children that they were free to go take the meat to the fire and cook it to their liking.

Sighing she found a nice place to sit down and pondered on the holiday itself. To children it was frequently an opportunity to listen to some stories, but mostly it was an opportunity to eat some snacks that didn't come around too often. To an adult or older child the eating was a far secondary to the story. The village elder truly became a weaver of tales on this day, and would pour out upon the village the knowledge and wisdom that was contained within the Holy Book of Kampar. This day, more then any other of the year, the stories came to life and held a greater meaning to her.

Her reverie was broken by the sudden silence that fell upon the other families in attendance. Eyes across the clearing fell upon the hut of the Elders, as one wizened Ewok carefully and slowly stepped to the platform at the head of the fire.

She cleared her throat and began, gesticulating with every mention of shape, size and direction. The sound of her beaded bracelets and jewelry was easily heard as the crowd hushed.

"The path was made from smoothly polished stones. They were as wide as a spear is long, and slippery after the slightest amount of morning dew. Above, the branches of ancient trees arched overhead, filtering sunlight into glittering patterns. The stone path pierced a great circle of massive monoliths - as tall as four ewoks! Imagine that - four of your fathers standing on each others shoulders!"

The mere mention of such a sight sent the children in the crowd into fits of giggles. The elder smiled and put her arms above her head as if she was holding an imaginary ewok steady.

"It was here that the Great Kampar wanted to meet his new children. He had stayed hidden from us for many moons, letting us progress and meet him on our own terms.

"Kampar knew it would not take long - for as you all know, children are inquisitive creatures!"

She waved her staff at a small ewok child who was lighting twigs on fire and watching them slowly smolder. More laughter - this time from the parents - followed.

"It took our ancestors just a few nights before they came upon the path. Three ewoks walked down that path, intent on reaching the great stone slab in the middle. Little did they know of who stood behind it!

"One ewok stood just like me - wooden staff in hand, and the trophy of a great hunt perched upon his head.

 "'You are the one I have seen in my sleep!' said the ewok at the sight of Kampar. His companions knelt in honour of such a great being. Kampar was surprised - he had not left his mark on anything but what was found in this stone circle. It took but an instant to learn of this inquisitive ewok's name.

"With elation, Kampar spoke for the first time: 'Yes, Shaman, it is I. Kampar, the Great Ewok! You knew of me in advance. You shall become this tribe's leader!"

The mother of the two children relaxed into her chair as her children brought the freshly cooked meat and divided to each their portion. She put some of the meat in her mouth, savored the flavor, and closed her eyes and let her mind focus on the words of the Elder, reciting the first words and guides Kampar had given to his Children through the Shaman.