Fiction | 16318 BC Krakatoa

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Prologue | Today is the beginning of the great transformation!
– “Something is wrong”, said Indrawi, when the clouds suddenly covered the sun shortly after noon on the immense beach of crystalline sands near the access to the village of the Hulubelu volcano.

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– Fear of the inevitable? asked Suliman in an ironic tone.
Indrawi accustomed to the natives’ disbelief was not shaken. He was the seventh in the hierarchy of Moonstone priests on the island of Krakatoa and the one who mastered all the fertility mysteries of land, animals and humans.

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An exceptionally tall man with long, slender legs, forty-five years old, but with the vigor and strength of a young man, and yet aware of all sorts of misfortunes, including supernatural forces.

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He was on his 17th pilgrimage to the island of Sumatra, coming from the seventh volcano and fulfilling the last and sixth month of the path of the seven inevitable punishments.

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Fool. You do not know what you say. Little of what we do will be able to change what started now – he retorted firmly.

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– What is it then? – Anak Selalu asked intrigued. – What else can happen in these doldrums of rocks, sand and palm trees?

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Hunters from the Hulubelu volcano village south of the western coast of the island of Sumatra, Suliman and Anak Selalu had found her on the beach (…)

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(…) next to the orangutan forest early on that unusually mild morning in mid-September, keeping him company on his journey.