the darkness is equal to death... (Oh hold)

Prolouge ~ part 2

The woman awoke to the sound of jays and song birds, and instantly knew she was not dead on the jagged rocks of the sea. She opened her eyes, and tried to scream when she saw the man standing over her. Although his face was beautiful, it was crudely painted over with blood red and sky blue paint, the design somewhat like the British flag.

But when he spoke, his words sounded like grunts and hisses. When she shook her head, he sighed and tried to speak to her again, much slower, his animalistic sounds more like words.

She shook her head again. "I don't..." her voice cracked. "I cant understand you." She tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down, his clicks urgent.

"Please... I cant..."

Another voice clicked, and a woman walked in. She seemed to be yelling at the man, her gestures telling him to leave. They bickered for a few moments before the man finally left. The new woman, also wearing crude green and blue paint, smiled at her. "Hello..."

her accent was somewhere between Jamaican and Swiss. She spoke slowly. "I am Neali-Kia Tu. We found you here last night, suffering from a concussion and dehydration. Please forgive Coco-Ni Bagh. He is still learning one of the great languages of the world. He is but a child. Welcome to the Razzi-Flo Kita tribe."

It was then that the woman became friends with Neali-Kia Tu. Neali-Kia showed the woman the wonders of her world, the things that mankind would never be able to thing of. The woman, realizing that there was no way for her to return home from this strange place, decided that she would have to become part of the tribe, learn their customs and ways, and take a husband.

But when it came time for her to give birth, her child did not appear normal. The baby looked like a person of the tribe; pointed ears, large eyes, skinny. Not at all like a child from her true world. The woman did not know what to do. The last bit of her humanity was gone, her first husband's child was not human. The child was named Razzle-Mia Thorn, however, a few days after Razzle-Mia's birth, the woman died from unknown causes.

As time went on, Razzle-Mia  became known as the Mina-Dous Khan, or the Great Storyteller. She became known for her stories of the Kida-Kas Dou, the Foretold Lover and Savior. Her stories were also seen as morals and legends for the tribe.

The moment the Mina-Dous Khan died, she told her apprentice of how the Kida-Kas Dou would come into the world.

but her stories never truly said who the Lover and Savior would be, leaving the tribe in a state of unrest. Who would be Kida-Kas Dou be?

this is her story...

you have been warned.