Part One:
My name is Omakal, and my story started with a dream. It showed a high view of Yufawnria, where you can see the evergreen trees tower to the sky, the white, fluffed clouds forming into the shapes that the imagination of oneself identifies, and the waterfalls and rivers sparkling in the sunlight. The mountains cowered as the view got higher, giving more to see. The sky was a perfect blue, and the climate was hot from the summer sun, flashing rays of hope on the land that wished for it.
I smelled the fresh, windy air. Then, I realized I was on a tall, thin, never ending pillar. It grew higher and higher every time I blinked. The towered stone raced into the clouds. My eyes widened.
The pillar halted to a complete stop, and I could no longer keep my balance. I fell off the tall pillar and I raced to the ground, the cool breeze running through me like an angel.
I was left in the air, falling as slow as a feather, the breezy wind roaring to my stomach. I was ready to reach the bottom, where my life was soon to dissipate. The speed of my fall increased, and I shut my eyes tightly, hoping to live. My long, black hair stuck straight up from the force of the fall. As I neared the ground, I felt something on my back, as if it was pulling me back up into the clouds. There was pressure on my back, as if someone was grasping it tightly and pulling me up. I looked up, and I found that I had a pair of wings. Blue light emanated from them, and it was as if they were made of crystal. I took this chance to fly around. I flew and I flew, until I reached the highest mountain in the country Kesal, Mount Zerakaba. This mountain is very tall, it goes all the way up into the clouds, and it has the most beautiful waterfall in all of Yufawnria.
I flew up the mountain, and followed the water down the waterfall. But when I reached the bottom, the trees were all blazing orange and red. Black smoke filled the air, making it harder for me to breathe. The forest was on fire. I flew out of the sea of flames, but I noticed that the sky was darker. I looked up to find gray storms clouds hiding the blue sky from me. Hail and lightening fell from the clouds, and there was no escape. I tried looking for shelter, but as I landed on the ground, the earth was trembling. I flew quickly over to the sacred cave, and saw the Kichota Stone shine a bright red. A bloody hand came out of the sacred stone and reached out to grab me. I was paralyzed from shock. I couldn't move. When the hand reached me, it grabbed me and tried to pull me into the Kichota Stone. As I got closer to the Kichota Stone, my vision got blurry.
I awoke from the coldness of the cave, unpleased by the real world after that dream that waded through my heart. I sat up in my warm blankets, spread out across the rock hard floor. I blinked until my eyes adjusted to the blue-gray cavern. My eyes adapted to the blackness of the cave, transforming it into blues and grays.My room was small, well, the whole cave was small. For over five generations, my family has lived here. My great great great great great grandfather, Jimiitri, helped carve this once solid cave to create rooms to live in. My room is the room closest to the right, my mother's and father's room right next to it.
Jimiitri created a room on the far left where the Kichota Stone is hidden. That room is very isolated and protected, and the entrance to that room is very small and hidden behind a bookcase. A hallway that connects the rooms to the entrance of the cave was very narrow. In the entrance room of the cave, there is a rack of weapons in the right corner by the hallway, a rug made from a deer we hunted in the Evergreen Forest, and a stone table where we eat.
I heard whispering, and I got off my furry blankets to see what was going on. I peaked around the corner of my room. Mother and father’s faces were sad, and tear-filled.. It was my father and mother. They looked around, making sure no one was in sight to here their thoughts. In the background, I heard distant screams and cries for help.
