Possible Origin One: For as long as we could remember, we used to be one tribe, one family. We are homogeneous and traditional as could be, but if we knew nothing else of the world around us, how would be know that we are so small in comparison? One day, the world would come to our doorstep, and ever since then, we have never known peace. Conflict from the outside world, conflict with internal quarrels, conflict with our sense of self as we feel as though we can never amount to anything. What is the right choice, to save our people and finally live up to the name, El Valedor.
Note: WHO is the original El Valedor? El Valedor means protector, so what did he/she/it protect our people from? The scary outside world, or the truth?