chapter one ABITCHALA

Abitchala- english version

Chapter one

Unknow

I ran the fields, without understanding what I was seeing

I was so close to the cliff when it approached the sea billowy

what was a very dark color such as the big trees of the forest fund

those that are not fruits of God luviatyn "sun", had something like great white wings

And the wind blow that wings so weird and get up there, I looked through my shell

trying to understand what that was. On top of that big thing There were six beings like me

I call that thing of muri-ante "large basket"

_Captain ... land up ahead!

_ Turn To starboard!

Was up this command that the ship was carried to the coast of that island no maps in our map we can save us from an impending disaster due to a major storm in the ocean.

The beach was a sand almost white, thin with some pebbles as white as the clouds and as bright as diamonds, walked with ease by those sands, without even imagining that there arise the greatest change that could occur in my life.

For a brief moment I felt the wind beating on my face, I felt my nostrils being flooded by a huge range of new odors. Under a kind of fine sand vegetation with small flowers of a deep pink, which Israel tried to skip the ship to see the place in search of answers to questions that he had not even asked yet, but now that buzzes in my head, which is this place?

here was this magnificent island destination for the work to save us? was not my destiny die at sea? The questions were becoming increasingly clear, while more complex and in my search for small signs that I really do not know how identify , I found in the sand something like a bracelet made with small seeds, likely that island of trees in particular did not even know them and our botanist Janis, who was for sure a keeper of an extraordinary knowledge.

Amid the talk and speculation about the island be or not be inhabited and some frightened sailors on the possible existence of the wild beasts, a sound echoed by the island from the side we were, it seemed likely at the other end of the cliff, I rush to get my binoculars, looking every part of the cliff, which was not my surprise to see the presence of a native who just hid it behind a bush, then ran into the dense forest on top of the cliff.

The image left me curious, afraid, and thoughtful, that sound that echoed from cliff
Was clearly the voice of a human being screaming words that I never heard and that this could even understand the meaning at first, but I keep in my mind with a undeniable clarity .Abitchala.

Abitchala what this mean? Only time could give me the answer.

"i wrote this in portuguese first , so if u see some language mistake please feel free to tell me , and i make corrections".