Sunday, December 26, 2010

sacred fruit

Bright and stary lights shown down on them. The mountains rumbled and exploded with furry as if the gods had a bone to pick with humanity. The winds blew in a terrible and horrifieing storm. Thunder and lightining, rain and hail; it fell on them with vengence. And then there was silence It was so quiet you could here the wreckage of the storm settle. The sun was covered by dark gloomy clouds that seamed to hover over their beutiful little island. There was two tribes upon this island, and of the two tribes were that of a young warrior belonging to the first and a princess belonging to the second. Ofr they were to be married before this the great reconing. It was their wedding night when the horindous peril came down upon both the tribes.



The warrior was in the forrest hunting for food when he came to find a large boar. He chased the swine for what seamed like miles when he had fell into the cavern. Deep within the heart of this cavern he found and underground forrest wich was lush, wonderful and full of life. There was a magnificigant steamed that seamed to come from above ground somewhere, and it seamed to be so fresh so clean so pure that the gods themselves never had it so good. He knew it must have been there to suport the underground forrest.

He ventured on past the stream when he came to a trail that led him to a large Idol. And on this Idol layed a single succulant fruit that was inviteable and tempting. The warrior who had not eaten in hours was hungry, so much so that he could not resist removeing this fruit from its place upon the Idol. So the young warrior took the fruit and begain to feast on is gloriousness. Then in a flash of light and smoke he was transported back to his village only to witness the boar he was chaseing bruitaly butcher his bride to be. In raged he attaced the boar and killed it with his bare hands, then ate from its uncooked flesh and drank from its blood. Then came the storms, winds, smoke, fire and distruction.

A loud hypnotic voice spoke out over the island," Because of you insolent warrior, you, your tribe, and the tribe of your dead bride will all perish in tragedy. You yourself will never know what love life and death can bring for I snetence you to oblivion." Then the volcano erupted and destroyed every man woman and child on the entire island. The there was only silence.

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