The Little Boy Who Disappeared...

Once upon a time there lived a boy who was close to all of his people.
He often observed and watched the goings on in the village amongst his people.
He was a happy little boy and always felt that his people would always be there for him no matter what happened in his life. He knew that his people would always think the best of him, because they would look after him when the other tribes showed up and threatened the people. As time went on the boy grew and lived apart from his people in the village. He grew and changed. He was not the same boy who lived back then,any more than the people whom he left behind.

When he returned, he found himself at odds with some of his people. This was unusual for him because some of his people were acting strangely. These few were suspicious, angry, and began to ask questions that they already thought they had answers for... He went on a journey to the distant village of Hpleug, because in that village there was a learned man who explained to this grown up boy why his people were so angry. The boy didn't tell them where he was going because he knew that they would understand. He knew that they could entrust him to keep the sacred laws, no matter who he talked to. The learned man who studied the ways of all people, warned him about the "few". The boy listened and told the learned seer that he was wrong in his predictions and that even the one who had been left on the island of desolation with the little ones so many years ago would understand best of all...The learned man listened intently and looked sad for a moment and he nodded to the boy as he smiled weakly. "My boy, the very one who has seen the island of Desolation will not understand, but that one will be bringing the heaviest judgement upon you!"
The little boy was sad and protested again, saying, "I will explain, those few will understand!" The learned man shook his head and said, "No, my son, they will condemn you for this very day that you sit infront of me."

When he returned the villagers greeted him with news of their lives and enquired after his life. The "few" held their tongues with him because they had been talking amongst themselves. They implored the others that this boy had broken the sacred laws. They announced to some that "He has a plan, this crafty boy!" "He seeks to break the sacred laws!" "He is like so many others!" Finally, the one who had seen the island of desolation so many years ago, spoke up. " He is no better than the one who sent me to the island of Desolation!" " Do not believe anything he tells you, he has been thrown over to madness!" "I will make those closest to you understand who you really are!"

He has no sadness about him, he has a plan! What say you boy?

The boy looked up, first at those closest to him, then at the "few", then finally at the victim of desolation who was staring intently at him. He said,
" I only have a plan to survive. You see me as one who is perhaps sick of mind and heart and so my words have become pointless for you as they leave my mouth."
Truely, the only thing that has made me sick of mind and heart is that you, the very victim of a desolation that I am coming to know, does not know me at all...perhaps you never did."
With that, the boy from the village he loved, turned around, and with a heavy heart, disappeared...