The boy and the island (Part 1)

Beyond the fiery volcano, behind the blinding mist there was a boy. The boy was asleep and did not know of the destruction he was causing around him, the volcano erupted with horror, terrifying the villagers below. They had not known this kind of force of nature. They had not expected such an event. They tried to hide, and soon they decided the only choice was too leave their homes and abandon their island. But a few of the villagers, the wisest among them, felt something. Beyond the destruction there was something more, something new. Whatever it was it compelled them to stay. They asked the others to have faith, that this was the beginning of something new. But the villagers with their fears could not understand. Stay where? Soon there would be nothing left. After begging those who would stay behind to leave the island with them, and after realising that they would not leave, they said their goodbyes and slipped away into the ocean. The wise ones were confused, they had no idea why they felt they needed to stay. Where indeed would they hide from this fiery menace. They felt a strong connection to the island, to the volcano, so they abandoned logic and trusted their intuition. They were guided to a cave at the far side of the island and there they settled for a days. After the eruption subsided they left the cave to an unfamiliar landscape. The home they had once known was completely destroyed, and yet the ash had settled quickly, the air was clean. How was that so. They could feel a strong energy at the center of this event. They decided to visit the top of the volcano, it had gone completely dormant. No sign of any activity whatsoever. Looking deep into the center they saw the boy, and at that very moment the boy awoke. He looked deep into their eyes and they were instantly bonded with him. They didn’t understand how the boy could have survived such an ordeal and how he had gotten where he was. With a deep connection now formed they hurried down the volcano to meet the boy. They took him in their arms and named him Viko. Viko was definitely not an ordinary boy, his very presence entranced you and endowed you with ancient knowledge which was indescribable with words. The boy seemed to be linked directly with nature itself. Around him the wise ones knew exactly what to do and exactly where to be, and in the ashes of the island they rebuilt anew. A new village embellished with nature which the new fertile soil helped greatly. The island saw beauty and life forms it had never known, plants and animals one could only dream of. Life spread on the island like wildfire.
(To be continued…)