The Next 100
The people cheered as Wadili and Hiyaro pushed their dugout into the brownish blue water. Their search for a new home where the village could settle, far from the Jaguar Terror. The mysterious Jaguar Terror had taken the villages on the outskirts of the Arawakan nation. No one knew what had happened to these villages. Their people vanished, no story, no messenger, no bodies, just empty huts and drag trails in all directions into the surrounding jungle, disappearing into dense jungle forest.
The nation was in fear at this bad omen. Quetzal, the ancient snake god was also in the sky for three nights now. He was not seen since the time when the ancestors talked to the forest. Shaman said that Quetzal took the villages to the sky. Others said he transformed them to jaguars to hunt each other. Still others said Quetzal was showing us a path away from the Jaguar Terror. Wadili made the choice for his village.
The path ahead was uncertain for Wadili and his people. Their flotilla of 10 dugouts carried the 40 members of their village selected to start a new village so their tribe's story would not die. They all hoped in their hearts that the Jaguar Terror could not cross this vast, now blue, water. That they would be hidden and safe with each paddle stroke done in unison to Wadili voice as he led them in song.
"We are the people,
The ones from the land of trees,
You cannot find us in water O hunter!
We move forward to the new village
Where the Great Spirit lives.
My woman is safe, my children are safe,
Our elders are safe, our story is safe.
You cannot find in water o hunter!"
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