Long long ago, so long ago..

In the mythical Mao-ri land amongst the many Mao-ri tribes, there was this one tribe which was unique, because it's people did not have a concept of a religion and all humans were considered equal. They had a code of conduct which was being passed from one generation to the next verbally.
All went well until they got into a war with a Samoan tribe (islanders who are 1000s of kms away) who were assisted by European missionaries.
The Mao tribals defeated their enemies but most of the elders died. With them, most of the codes of conduct were also lost. This lead to a period of great strife and lawlessness in the Mao tribe that made the remaining elders sad. During this time, they also faced a lot of trouble from Christian missionaries trying to convert their people.
These elders decided to form a new code of conduct and realised that it had to be permanently recorded to prevent any such mishaps in the future.
For this purpose, they sent a bright youngster to the missionaries so that he can understand how they recorded law. This youngster learnt about scripts, language, linguistics, paper, pen etc for a period of 5 years. He also learnt about weapons, the teachings of Christ, law etc.. He went back to his tribe armed with this knowledge and educated his fellows about what he learnt, especially the concept of book.
The Mao elders were overjoyed and felt that they can now develop a standardized code of conduct, that will maintain the equality and also prevent exploitation by the missionaries. They were also intrigued by the concept of a book. They asked the youngster to teach them and the rest of the villagers how to use one.
The youngster decided he would demonstrate to the villagers the concept and purpose of a script for a language. In this endeavour he chose a flat piece of wall that can act as his paper and moved forward with his pen, a piece of twig dipped in goat blood, to be used as ink.


He was promptly killed by some of the villager elders who happened to be left handed.

Apparently the lefties couldn't digest the youngster leaning to write.