Chosen: The Legend of Saqui

BOOK I CHAPTER I

BOOK I: THE SEARCH FOR THE QUESMI

CHAPTER I - THE PROPHECY

It started like every other day in the once vibrant village of Nielol. The sun rose in the west. The sky was so blue with nary a cloud to be seen. It had not rained in several weeks.

Nielol used to be a place full of life. But lately things have changed. Other villages had thrived, while Nielol has regressed. Where they had fields of green as far as the eye could see, Nielol had patches of green amongst desolation.

What once was tens of thousands now has been reduced to a mere few thousand. This was what remained of the Chican, one of six tribes living on the planet Larunda.

Running down the streets of Nielol was a young girl named Peyeche. She stood about five feet, two inches tall. Her dark brown hair was cut rather short. Her clothes were quite tattered.

Though she ran through the street filled with people, she did not talk to any of them. She was an introvert, usually keeping to herself. She was also a bit of a tomboy.

She stopped at the house of Eluney, a guy around her own age that she liked. He was the most handsome boy in the village. She knocked on his door.

"What do you want?" he answered.

"My sixteenth birthday is in a few days, and I was hoping you would come to my party," Peyeche asked.

"You ask me that every year, silly girl. And every year I tell you the same thing. No."

He slammed the door.

She walked away. She had a few others she wanted to ask to her party.

But everyone she asked gave her the same answer. She felt no one would come to her party.

Well, almost no one. She knew her best friend Inalef would be there. They had been friends since she was five. Actually, he was her only friend.

They grew up houses apart. They would race up and down the streets all the time. They would arm wrestle. Peyeche always won. She could jump higher, so she would always get fruit from the trees for them to snack on. They did everything together.

In a few days was her sixteenth birthday party. The only ones there were herself, Inalef, her mother Somoche and her grandfather Rucalaf.

After they had finished dinner, they heard a knock on the door. When Somoche opened the door, she saw a stranger, someone not from the tribe.

"Are you Somoche?" he asked. She was surprised that the stranger knew her name.

"I am. Who are you?"

"You do not know me, but you know who sent me. My name is Rimac, and I come from Leyati. I was told to visit you on this exact day from my king Liwanu."

She took a step backward when she heard that name. It was a name she had not heard in more than sixteen years. Still, she remembered him.

"Would you like to come inside?"

He entered her house. She introduced him to everyone, including her daughter. He walked up to Peyeche.

"Hello, miss. I come bearing gifts from your father."

"My father?" Peyeche never knew her father. She was raised solely by her mother and her grandfather. She was told her father had died before she was born.

"Yes, your father King Liwanu of the Hinun."

Peyeche turned to her mother. "You told me my father died? Why would you lie to me?"