posted on Apr, 12 2004 @ 08:08 PM
Marinis and his brother, Maya, walked down the rough rubble strewn path in which the entire tribe used daily to collect water from the nearby stream,
Plusk, they called it.
The rocks on this path were very strange; they seemed to be arranged in an orderly pattern, sometimes straight sometimes winding down for miles until
the rocks could no longer be seen or hidden by forest. They had strange markings and some were even black and made of many rocks. It was said once
that this was the path to the temple of the ancient god, Hirhota, and that one day he became ill, then angry, and eventually mad as he destroyed his
temple and his glorious road leading to it. Those were simply legends, and the path used to collect water was no more mysterious than a few strange
rocks to the simple Indians.
They were a nomadic people who had wandered the plains for upwards of a thousand years. They saw no need to progress to the future, as they saw it,
they had no past as they kept no historians. They wandered the plains hunting and gathering and living as any normal man, happy to just be living.
Maya, the younger brother was always interested in these legends since he was a little boy, he had an overactive imagination according to the elders,
always looking for connections when there clearly were none. Maya had spent his life in vain looking for that final link that would make the old
legends true. His older brother, Marinis, named after the sea for his dark skin and deep blue eyes was a little more down to earth always performing
his duties without complaint hoping that one day he would take his seat next to the tribal elders and advise the tribe on their troubles. Marinis had
never taken stalk in the legends as his brother Maya did, which generally led to long drawn out arguments whether the legends were true and a general
disliking of the other brother. Maya, named after the ancient and deceased god of discovery, always felt destined to find that missing link he always
spoke of and fulfill his name as “discoverer”. Warned not to dwell on such things he was destined, by the elders, to become crazy one day and wander
the plains a babbling fool, as many like him had done before after claiming to have found evidence validating the legends.
The destinies of both the brothers was about to be fulfilled in one hot afternoon as they walked down that path of strange rocks with the strange
markings. The younger brother Maya, wished to go exploring down a path that led away from the river because he believed that there was perhaps more
water, or mystery. The older brother Marinis only wished to perform his duty for his family and tribe by getting the water. He believed that it was
only days before he would be selected as a tribal leader and sit on the council, this was not the time to screw things up he thought as his brother
proposed his plan of exploration.
“Go and explore yourself, if you wish, but I will not be a part of any of your plans.” Marinis said to Maya, and without a word, Maya was off in the
opposite direction of the river. Marinis shook his head in disgust as Maya walked away. Maya did not return for several days. To no great surprise
to Marinis he was elected as the youngest leader to ever sit on the tribal council.