The Warrior Short Story

Tribe considered the hot flowing earth that plops the pulsing blood of their island. Earth flows a short distance to the swirling vortex. Villagers regarded all the parts together as mother earth.

Those gathered mesmerized their eyes followed the fiery colors of slow rotating earth, experiencing its heat as it disappears down into the island’s stomach. Two warriors lift a black ceremonial cauldron taken from a ship shipwreck that occurred centuries ago, placed it on the hot sand directly before mother earth, water within spontaneously boiled.

Shaman having waited patiently in the cave bows as he enters, pauses before the cauldron and bows toward mother earth. Bony fingers pinch and remove crushed yellow leaves from the basket he held. He

His clenched hand he held up toward mother earth, opened his palm displayed the warrior’s tongue. He presented it to the island said it would become part of the island. The Warrior’s voice would help guide those living on it, tossed it into the island’s stomach it ignited immediately. All in attendance watched as its ashes disappear into the stomach’s center. Becoming a part of the island again He thrust his left hand back up inside the neck, tugged. His clenched hand he held up toward mother earth, opened his palm displays the warrior’s brain. Warrior’s thoughts and wisdom he presented to their island, saying they will become part of the island as well. Help those living on it make good decisions, tossed it into the island’s stomach. It bursts into flames, as it became part of the island. One at the time, he plucked the eyes of the warrior had used to view life. His open palm presented them to the island, the warrior’s vision. Saying they would become part of the island, helping it watch over all that lived upon it. He tossed them into the island’s stomach they flared into flames, as they once again became a part of the island. Warrior’s head, he lowered it, placed it on the far end of the altar. At the feet of the warrior facing the island’s living organs, its blood mixed with that of his

It all affected their minds, transported them to a different world. Villagers experienced red dots, skulls floating toward them traveling through their eyes, into their minds. Using mortar and pestle grounded a mixture of yellow and green leaves, poured it into the bowl that held the warrior 's blood, stirred it with the pestle. He spoke about the important things that described the love between her and her mate. He brought it to her lips she drank from it. The village’s spiritual leader announces her lover would reside inside her for forever. Her mind lacked any will to refuse, she simply obeyed whatever instructions he spoken, instructs her to remove her loincloth toss it into the swirling earth. Bony hands dipped into the bowl of blood warrior’s mate closed her eyes. Move by the island’s Spirit, palms of his hands pressed against her face. They rubbed the blood into every crevice of her face, neck, ears, and into her hair, His hands dipped once more, rubbed blood over her arms. He continued until he covered her entire body in the blood of her