Tropical Heroes

07. Ancestry

Ita landed in the grounds of his village and returned to human form. The place was empty and the smell of blood was strong. On the floor there was only the fluid of life. Arrows and spears, but no body. Ita resisted the panic, knowing the need to keep focused to make rational decisions. They searched all the rooms and found no living soul. He left the place and headed into the forest. He walked for a while until you reach a large white stone. The darkness was absolute, even in the heart of the shaman. At the base of the boulder was a small cave. Ita came in, sat down and wept. Not sobbing, but rivers ran over faces. His mind seemed covered by a huge black cloud, those that bring incessant storms, filled with rays. After some time, already very tired, the Indian fell asleep.

Ita found himself standing in a place surrounded by thick fog with diffuse and low light. He came in his direction, a shadow that grew in size every step as he approached. I was not afraid, but a cool breeze ruffled. When the shadow was the size of his size, he acknowledged that it was a man coming toward her. Soon could not see his face. It was an elderly Indian. They stared at each other for a moment and Ita bowed to the old man, who said:

- Ita ...

The Indian was stunned to hear his name of an unknown.

- You do not know me, son, but I follow his career from the day he left his mother. I am Macaw Golden, the father of his father's father.

Ita recognized the name of the Indian. He was a great leader who fought alongside the emperor of the Yellow City, in a very distant time and at a time when the Big Cities also sought hegemony over the territory of the southern lands. The old man continued:

- Do you know what the emperor want?

Ita shook his head in response.

- He wants you!

The Indian stared without understanding what the father meant, and asked:

- But how? I never met him! How do you know me?

- Son, it does not need to meet you. There is a person close to him who knows of your gifts and know the prophecy that says: ". One day be born a child who will have more of a gift That child will change the world forever, such a change will not be back.". The battle against the white man is very close and the emperor want to make sure that their gifts will be used for him.

- Great Gold Macaw, who is this person you know me?

- A few years ago in the Big City-School, he helped a boy whose father was a great servant of the emperor. This boy, who is now a man, just like you, with the passing of his father to the underworld, assumed the vacant post and his duty.

Ita thought for a moment and remembered the events for which students were required to pass to exchange the learning cycles, the friends who did and never saw the acquired knowledge, the medallion had found, the gifts that had been awakened and also the carnage. It was a period Ita tried to erase the memory and now without you wanted, returned to his mind.

- My great ancestor, why me? Others have had the two gifts ...

- True, Ita, others have had them, but the period was not like that now presents itself. Or the emperor or the white man will be destroyed, and the weapon is you.

Ita waited quietly and Gold Macaw continued:

- The existence of our is in great danger. Our tribe is in danger of ceasing to exist forever. You must make an important decision.

- What should I do, my ancestor?

At that moment, a shadow approached them and when he came close enough, Ita saw that it was another Indian senile.

- Dad! - Said Ita.

Ita's father greeted him with a curt nod and let the child's great-grandfather continued:

- Ita, you must decide what to do, but I must warn you that whatever way you choose, will face great difficulties. One way is to seek shelter in some tribe far, far away, far to the north, and continue to convey our blood to the children, their children's children and so on. Another way is to follow the army to the Big City and try to rescue our people. Again I warn you that the clash is inevitable and losses will always be great, regardless of the path to be taken.

Ita replied immediately:

- Great Gold Macaw, I choose the second path.

The old man made a statement nod and continued:

- Yes, my dear descendant, the right way is an option I also choose. As I said, the risk of both are very large and large is also the possibility that you, Ita, does not reach the end of their journey as imagined. What your father and I can do for you is to seek help in the spiritual world with our ancestors willing and able to help you. I do not know if we alone will have enough strength to prevent or circumvent the designs of Tupa, but we will try with all our strength and with the help of those who landed on our land. There are important allies to be won and that, my grandson, has no doubt that you can make all the difference between victory and defeat, between complete the task and point the direction. Tonight you will make a ritual that is not used. Will Hunt a large nut and sacrifice the stone that glows in the dark, for the Night Lady. Do this and a major step will be taken towards a probable favorable outcome and the creation of a new world and unique for all the help. Some important allies emerge, then one of them will make contact with you. It is black as night and has fiery eyes. Now go, for time is also our enemy.

Ita felt an overwhelming desire to embrace the father who long not seen, but controlled the impulse and only smiled at the spirit of the patriarch. The fog thickened and loved ones disappeared. Upon waking, Ita felt the cold of the night and left the cave. He walked back to the center of the village where he took some arrows and a bow and entered the woods in search of prey. He found her in one of several traps scattered to the nearby river. He tied her up and carried her to the location indicated by the ancestor. In one stroke, the blood soaked stone, tree and damp earth by serene. He felt as if the energies of the universe revitalizassem the tired body. At the end of the ritual, he returned to the cave and rested the rest of the night. What Ita never knew it is that it was observed. A black man as night, red and fiery eyes cap positively nodded his head when the Indian finished offering.

The sun had been born when Ita awakened. He left the place of rest and joined the food they could for a quick morning meal. In the end, he turned away to the river and picked up a sheet in the small bag he was carrying a shoulder strap and put it in his mouth, not taking a turn at bat and leave behind the village, flying into the unknown fate that awaited him.

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All translations made in Google Translator.