I spoilered the first bit in case you just want to read about the history and not to be bothered with the introductory quibbles.
I sat down at the window and watched the young man at work inside. He ignored me for a little while, but I knew that no Yesaré would for long. I am too intensely interesting.
“Where did you come from?” His hand had stopped its quick scratching for an instant, and the gray eyes glanced up at me.
“Is that your business?”
“No.” This time his eyes rested on me indefinitely. He sat up a little and put the pen down. “But someone who wants answers begins rather foolishly to deny them to anyone else. Especially her subject.”
“Well, rather...but I do not come from anywhere in particular. Ask something else.”
“It is hard to believe that.” He rested his hand on the sill. “But I will leave the question alone – in the colonies it should not be forced. What are you called?”
“Rwebhu. Miss Rwebhu.”
“Why exactly did you choose me to irritate?”
“I know your brother.” I smiled slightly, knowing his reaction before he reacted. He stiffened slightly like a spooked horse and scowled at me.
“I do not like my brother. You think that will make me want to answer your questions?”
“No, but to be very frank, I hate you at the moment, and I wanted the satisfaction of looking at you.”
He shook his head. “To be as frank, I hate my brother, and I am not going to answer your questions.”
“I talked to Llaan Ccee about that before I came.”
He scowled again. “I happen to hate Llaan Ccee as well.”“I know. How did Ccwiicc begin?”
“I hate history too.”
“I know.” I grimaced. “Unfortunate for a man in your line of work. You hate a lot of things, for your age.”
“I am older than you.” He looked disgusted.
“Saying that only shows how very young you really are, though it is more or less true. But do tell.”
“It is debated,” he said at last, sullenly.
“I want to know what really happened.”
“What really happened – God made everything, and all the souls did their best to ruin it. And they managed pretty well.”
“Specifically?”
He looked frustrated and rested his elbows the sill. “God made them, but then the Men wanted to go to the world before God meant them to. They rebelled and said they wanted to whether he said it was good or not. So he let them. Then the Yesaré and the Nnanwé grew envious and said they wanted to be like the men, even though God had intended them to be different. They rebelled and said they wanted it whether God said it was good or not. So he let them. They all came down to the world and they all did everything they wanted to, which turned out as badly as the first thing they wanted. At last they grew so evil that God destroyed most of them, only left a few alive. He told them to spread out, fill the world again. But they didn't, they stayed and fought with each other. Except for the Yesaré and the Nnanwé, they went away into other parts of the world and broke all speech with the Men.
“Then the Men asked God to make them different, so they would go to different places, and not fight anymore. He said that it would not be good. He likely had his own plan for how he was going to help them stop fighting, people disagree, but however it was he did what they asked. But they only fought more, and hated each other more, because they were so different. They would kill on sight. They only stopped fighting when they had separated too far to be able to find each other.
“Then came what is called the Separation. For 271 years (<note from Nikki: 373 in base ten
>) they had no contact. Then they began to have dealings with each other slightly, more peaceful this time. They still hated each other, but so long as they kept to trading they did not fight much. This interaction grew, but then the Waking War began. This was not a parenuri nurisrepa (<note from Nikki: roughly translated as 'all face one, one face all'>), as the War of Separation was. There were allies, and some new nations were formed of mingles of the tribes, though not many, and many other nations divided out. The Waking War lasted for 55 (<note from Nikki: 65>) years. Then it ended. And nothing has happened since.”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled a bit. “That's how the world began?”
“No, that is what you wanted to know.”
He was rather put out, to be sure. And only someone who hated history could have condensed it into only three paragraphs. That was the other reason I decided to ask him.
“Thankyou.” I
can be civil at times. I looked at him steadily for a long time. He was writing again, but I could feel his irritation.
“I rather like you, now,” I said with a little sigh.
“That was not my intention,” he said, looking up with a dark look in his gray eyes. He paused a moment. “If you really do, then go away.”
I did.
1 Man descend
3 Yesaré and Nnanwé
847 The Destruction
98X The Binding is asked and given (the binding of the Man tribes)
X2X The War of Separation begins
Y12 The Separation begins
1183 Slight commerce between tribes
11Y0 The Waking War
1245 The end of the Waking War
Though I admit I did realize that some people might get curious because it is in spoilers and read it.... 
), but I nicknamed myself sortof awhile back – it's a diminutive of my middle name. It is what Rwebhu calls me, so I got into a habit of calling myself that whenever I do anything to do with my world.
I didn't translate the numbers in the timeline, though, I forgot.... That's why they have all those Y's and X's stuck in 'em. (If you ever want to translate numbers between bases, I posted about how 
I like math... * trails off *
There's an infinite amount of numbers over 9, so chances are it's not the one I'm thinking of...