Chapter 2Doom loiters. This land holds it. Our fate is in its control. On my palms you can see a story, just by the looks of them. Not a pleasant story at all. My palms are damaged by survival and near death experiences. Its been months and I feel I’ve been here twenty years. To think I’m only eighteen and my life is under the control of an island, diminutive but intimidating. No human life exists besides my sister and my own…as far as we‘ve discovered. It all feels like an ongoing nightmare; every day I wake up and have to deal with the fact that this is real. All too real.
When we hike I always stagger behind Amora. How she’s changed. In my mind I compare her beautiful roll model image as princess, with silken ebony hair styled up, to her now still beautiful, but wearied figure. I would do anything to see her back to normal again. To see her happy. On this island we are encircled in a land with no real escape. This is where we were left by the Cunctipotens. Everything we’ve ever had has been taken right from our fingertips; taken by them. Not that it matters now though. All we’ve got to worry about is staying alive. Terra Incognita is our unwelcoming home; a complex unpredictable place. Its laborious just searching for edible food and potable water. And around every corner we face is something new and inevitably dangerous, though I don’t mind that so much. Our worst enemy made here has oddly enough been the weather. No matter what season it is, it will choose a forecast that will burden us most inconveniently.
As of now, we rest on the slope of a mountain central of the island. The vegetation proofs more human-safe and therefore more liveable (though not by much) so this is where we‘ve been staying. It is a challenge to set up camp because nocturnal animals are more common here. We sleep in turns. I usually offer to stay up first, because lately I’ve been haunted by these miserable dreams of back home when we were attacked. Presently night is upon us and my sister rests deeply in her slumber. To entertain myself I chew on a portion of chicle and shave a spear end. Many times I gaze upon the myriad of stars, create new constellations and remember old ones. I search for the ones my father would show me and recall their myths and Latin names. It fascinates me how they connect the names to the story. This is how I pass my time. In a world like this, imagination is all you got to endure some days. Imagine life as a star, seeing the world from above, in the darkness of night when everything is so different. Its thoughts like that that can make life in a world like this slightly more bearable, because it’s a moment when you body is here, but your mind and soul is at peace somewhere eternally serene. It’s the only form of escape I’ve discovered off this forsaken land. Without it, I don’t know what I’d do.