Tropical Heroes

02. The man who knew how to fly

Ita suddenly woke up with a bad feeling. It was still night. The heart was pounding and panting, looked like it had run for kilometers. He dreamed of Araca on the edge of an abyss, under a huge storm. The strong wind was pushing his bride toward the cliff as she vainly tried to cling on nearby plants and roots. At that time, Ita decided to return to the tribe and to ascertain the reason for the divine message brought by the mother evening. It was far, far away from home and knew there was only a means to get there. In light of the moon, he stood and pulled some herbs from a small bag he was carrying in tow. He chewed them. He crossed the bag in the body and began to sing and dance around the small fire he had lit. Quickly, Pedra Branca body, by which Ita was also known, began to tingle, but the Indian continued the ritual. I no longer felt the legs or arms, and only see a few flashing lights out of focus. He felt his body shrink and stretch the skin all around the eyes grew and worked less and less. It seemed that the bones doubled up to almost disappear, felt the nose and mouth lengthen together with ears. After a few moments the tingling went and could glimpse the world in a way that no longer did. I was blind eye, via the ears, a sharp image that projected in the mind of the young shaman. The second or third time in my life had become Andira, the messenger bat. When it was necessary to cross as far as possible in the shortest time, only the shamans started in the knowledge Andira could do it. This subterfuge was only used by the Indians when there was no alternative, because of side effects and the high price to be paid by the transformation. The small black bat wings opened to the maximum and, through a large momentum, gained altitude.

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All translations made in Google Translator.