On An Island

Back to the Village

One of the islanders, swiftly caught the wrist of the man holding the knife, then raised his hand upwards. The body of the man also lifted up.

But the man did not remain silent. His feet kicked the body that raised his hands. While trying to reach the knife in one hand with the other. The person holding it realized that and snatched the knife faster.

And of course, as a result, he was in pain. He did not expect that the person's body was so hard. It felt like kicking a stone. The knife changed hands.

He did not stop and still tried to escape. Pushing the body of the islanders who were still lifting him up with both feet. Eventually the islanders chose to release him.

As soon as he was released, the two fellow kidnappers immediately pulled him away. And they ran without knowing the direction of the destination. The islanders could only shrug their shoulders.

"They look similar to Cresen when it comes. Were they also born from a piece of wood in the sea?" Someone asked the others, while recalling the story of the beginning of Cresen's arrival to the island.

"Or maybe their parents are around here?" ask the others.

"Here we go, we better get back home. And this is immediately reported to the Chieftain." They finally continued their journey.

When one of the three kidnappers looked back, and saw that no one was chasing them, he stopped running.

"Don't stop, let's run!" the other word.

"Nobody is following us" he replied.

Both colleagues slowed their run and eventually stopped. Then look around. There's nobody there. Only the tree stayed in place.

"Freely we run aimlessly, if my estimation is correct, then it will be safer if we follow those big-bodied people."

"People? Are you sure they're people?" ask Paula.

"At least they look like humans. Only their body size is large and tall. They don't look bad either."

"What if they're man-eaters?"

"If they were man-eaters, then we would have been killed!"

They finally shut up for a moment. Several times they had bad luck. There have been a lot of exhausting events today as well. Still life is a miracle.

"Ok, we follow them. But secretly," Paula said later. The other two nodded.

They finally turned around. And look for traces of islanders. The Tiger's blood drops became a clue to their direction. Hopefully this time it's not the wrong choice.

Elsewhere, the men who met the islanders in the cave were heading towards the village.

"Do you think there are any survivors of the water curse?" ask one of the islanders to the other.

"No idea, but I wish there were survivors. It may be a small possibility."

"Do we go to the flower forest?" ask the others.

"The place is sacred. We can't just go there. But I was hoping to meet some couple who should have come back."

"Comebody! Let's get there, before they get to the village. We have to prevent them from getting into the village so they don't get infected!" shouted one of them who suddenly remembered something.

"Yes right, let's go!"

So the natives of the island moved faster. Make the search team feel like they are flying. They were puzzled as to why the natives of the island suddenly ran so fast.

"Wow they're absolutely amazing!" inner members of the Cresen search.

They held baskets where the natives used to carry them. Not only did they run, but the natives also climbed trees. Dependent by using tree tendrils.

From the gap of the basket they could see some ferocious beasts crossing under the tree. Unceasingly they were amazed by the place. Suddenly the natives of the island stopped.

"What's going on?" ask them in your heart.

"you guys? Thankfully you are still safe!" exclaim the islanders who brought the members of the search Cresen.

"And you? Why come back here?" ask the natives who are hunting.

"We want to go back to the village."

"Yes, and for what? Didn't you run away!"

"I'm sorry we. We do it because we have to. We don't want to burn our own families. So we chose to leave. And now we're back to deliver their bodies to the woods of the past."

"Huh? Whose body do you mean?"

"Of course the bodies of everyone. After removing all their bodies. We're gonna burn that place down."

*bugh!

One punch landed. The one who was hit staggered and made him tumble backwards. Members of Cresen's search team shouted from inside the basket. Their bodies were struck by bodies that lost that balance.

The one who hit earlier squinted his eyes then saw two people emerge from one basket.

"Where did you get those babies?" tanyanya.

At that time the people who fled the village helped the hit people to wake up. And help search team members out of the basket.

"Wire, are they grabbing a game?" one of the search teams.

Those who were in the basket appeared. And make a group of islanders who are hunting terpelongo.

"Are they the family of the chief's son?"

"Where did you get it?"

"We found it in the cave."

Finally people who wanted to go to the village and people who were hunting exchanged information.

"What's? So you all survived?!"

"Yes we're all safe. And it was thanks to the son of the chief. He's treating us all."

The three people who escaped during the smallpox outbreak looked down regretfully.

"Then let us come with you to the village. We want to meet our family and the others." By holding the interlocutor's arm.

"I don't know if you're still welcome. But seeing you guys carrying a lot of the same babies as Cresen there might be consideration."

Eventually they all continued on their way to the village together. In the hearts of the rescue team members were preparing for danger. They code each other to keep them looking calm. I hope to meet Cresen.

In the village of Cresen is trying new things. Trying to busy yourself so as not to be too sad for failing to go home. Learn about medicinal plants from their caretakers.

And while he was writing everything that the psychic told him on a bark using charcoal, it turns out that the babies also did the same thing. When Cresen tried to compile the bark he had written, anger returned.

The writing on the bark sheets has increased. The results of Cresen's writing and the writing of the babies have mingled irregularly. Cresen took the stone and refined the charcoal-charcoal he used to write.

"Feel this!" shouted Cresen annoyed. He smeared their faces with the charcoal that had become flour.

The babies even felt happy when they saw the others turn black. Then they took the charcoal flour and prepared to smear Cresen with the black flour.

Seriate...