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Birth

"The time of the great adventure is near," spoke Cooma.

We listened as Cooma talked about the great trek to the other side of the world.

"Our forefathers and mothers have taken this trek before us, now it's nearly our turn to begin the great adventure," he said.

"Why must we follow in their footsteps?" questioned Sheila.

"It has always been so. When the time is near, the adventure begins," replied Cooma.

"But why?" I asked.

Cooma looked at me and sighed.

"We cannot help ourselves. When the time is right, the need is greater than our will,"he said.

"The need for what?" Inquired D'angelo.

"You will know when the time comes," answered Cooma.

The crowd dispersed and I went over to Sheila and D'angelo.

"What is this adventure that Cooma speak of?" asked Sheila.

"Well," I began.

"Everyone speaks of the great adventure, but no one has come back from the great adventure," said D'angelo.

"Maybe Cooma has come back from the great adventure," I countered.

"Ah ha?. Then why doesn't he tell us about it, instead of talking in riddles," retorted D'angelo.

"Maybe he will talk about it," said Sheila.

The day before the great adventure arrived and a restlessness stirred in our midst. The need to move on and start afresh course through our veins. Cooma called for calm and started to speak.

"Tomorrow, the journey begins."

"Yippee! I shouted, for I was eager to start and be on my way.

"The cyclic migration cycle begins tomorrow, we must prepare ourselves and make our pacts with our close friends," he said.

It started to snow on the morning of the great adventure. Those of us who were ready moved out of the village and onto the single path that led to the mountains. We shuffled along en-masse.

The slushy snow stuck to our feet and the day became darker as the falling snow fell from an overcast sky. I looked for D'angelo and Sheila, but in the melee I could not see them. I prayed that they remembered our pact.

The single path curved round the woods and split in two as we started to climb. I raced ahead and the rest of the crowd faded into the distance.

I was the only one on the new path. I did't have much time left and I must hurry, hurry to the great adventure that is my birth.

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