These caves were the last glimpses of my homeland. Once captured by the strange once pale now burnt red face. Creatures with filthy yellow hair who wore odd clothes and spoke a guttural harsh language we were kept without shade from the hot sun or warm cloths to protect us from the night air. Water would be thrown on upon us forcing us to lap at our skins for moisture. There was very little food. So little that my younger sister died from lack. Once our captors saw that she had died they removed her chains and disposed of her body by throwing it into the fierce ocean.
Our tribal warriors had rushed the invaders trying to kill as many as possible so that we could be released but fire spears had murdered our most skilled yet the unexpected attack did create enough of a diversion for some who were not yet manacled to escape. But not me. My chains held fast.
Finally the time came for us to leave this unholy chamber. The blazing sun hurt my eyes after so many days in darkness.
Along with many others I was led away in chains. Aboard boat that was easily the size of 24 of our village fishing boats. From that point on I knew that I might never taste freedom again. Yet off in the distance right before we were forced down into the maw of this vessel I saw my sweet sister amidst the Ancestral spirits Rising Up, Up, Up………….