on an island with beautiful beaches and dense jungles, the meranesian islands. lived a family. happy and full of life, this family would work together, and solve problems head on. living in a peace of era, kite would go sailing with his sister and after go to work harvesting or fishing, helping provide for the maheta community. he would hear all about the history of the island. about the war of the taori and the maheta, he felt weary of the taori, but all he wanted was peace after all he was just a child, who wouldnt want peace. his father would often tell him and his stories about the war against the taori and the maheta leading him to be curious, making him collect lost treasures such as broken weapons, or old nets. but as he grew, he grew less weary. but one by one his parents died peacefully in their sleep, starting with his father then his mother. it was a lovely funeral they would cast them off to sea letting them be one with the ocean. after that he wanted a new taste of life, he wanted to know what was beyond the borders but he couldnt take his small boat, so he took his fathers. his sister asked where he was going already knowing the answer, and wanted to come with he. as kite being who he was he graciously accepted his sisters company, i mean who else was gonna do the work while he felt lazy. they said their goodbyes to their tribe and to their close ones but after one era passes another one starts. so they climbed aboard their boat and sailed into the great unknown.
