Prologue

It has been many Isola years since we have had extended contact with the Guiding Hand. There have been many happy births, and we now have many children and young adults in the village. Sadly, most of our village founders (their story is here ), have gone to live with the Guiding Hand. Even my Pilipili and Napa's Tamil are gone. Of the eight original villagers, just Pai and Ponui remain. I've had many children, and have completed my training in alchemy. I even had the privilege to teach Chief Holoku, Ponui's son. Sadly, Umi and Waiata never lived long enough to see their grandchildren. When Umi died, I had my firstborn. When Waiata died, Napa and Tamil finally had their first. I now regret having my child before Napa's, since my parents lived longer. Speaking of my parents, Molo was a farmer at heart, and died at 78. When Mother Chimba died at age 73, she was the storyteller of the tribe. Bico died the first Esteemed Elder at age 74, and he thought there was nothing left for him. Personally, I'd have liked to have him stay with us.
We've cleared some rubble, finished the huts, and found two keys. I'm planning on finding some relationship between the beautiful fallen statue and the door. They both look like they're from the same stone, and there has to be a relationship somewhere. Come to think of it, the amphitheater looks like it has the same stone too...
"Matate, please put that book down. With all these new babies, we need you to fish!"
"Yes, Pai! Coming!"

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