Oyan and Trina’s early departure provoked a premature sea storm in the area of the convoy. In front of the former and latter disaster, regulator and flag bearer, Aster, seems to sharply recuperate from his visions.
He observes that the predominant chaos in the canoes navigation is losing contours and feels lucky to live such an experience but the rain, that has arrived just to count time faster, starts to dissolve his friends’ details. He does not know how to rally the team again and all he can think of is to initiate a procedure in his oldest and most trusted friend, Jahniet. However, Jahniet’s electrifying delirium has left him paralyzed. His pointless gaze is pinned on the horizon or looms around without a target.
Aster modifies the frequency of his voice so as to be able to shear the background roar. Then, in detail, he reminds his friend of the time he once helped him resolve a quarrel with Reese’s great concern about which beach is the most perfect of them all. By taking Aster’s side, Jahniet tried to convince Reese to follow his reason, as he recommended that Anima Key was the best place.
That conversation also revolved around the volcanic island of Nisyros in eastern Greece or western Anatolia and Jahniet had reason against it too. It was an exhaustive dialectic battle, a contest for the best experience based summer destination.
“I charge the rival beach of the island Nisyros, with the accusation that there over the rocky formations grows a main nutritional substance transfected with a sexual stimulant that makes its effect when the sufferer exceeds third age. The main reason has been the intense palaiolithicologic volcanic activity of the crater Stefanos over the years as well as the big life expectancy of the very old natives. An added minus the fact they steal and rape the females.
Then, the so called black beach has no ornaments and much less biodiverse beings than those characterizing Anima Key. Let me not forget the imprinted history of ancient pirate life on the rocks, a beacon for the future present perfect!
Well, after all these and many more, with the majority of my voice I declare Aster the winner and, addressing to you now Reese Cerussites, I suggest you look forward, see the truth, come to Anima Key and never look back!”
“Not, only will I be looking forward but also here in the hinterlands, I’ ll be recruiting new worthy members as many expect the passing over beautiful news! We must protect the place from all possible invading usurpers! Will, will give birth to hope!” replied Reese.
Amidst dark times and civil war in Hinterland, Reese with his dog Ko rally new members on the faces of the paired Adri and Fuso, and their four friends Ronto, Koni, Fasten and Axel. All of them had their moments to offer to, and accept from, Anima Key, at least to and by those who shared the same love for the fine size nature of the place. They joined without hesitation in the rampart of the small cave where under the guidance of all together and none specific had enjoyed some dreamily summer times. Each previous summer foreshadowed a better next one.
Rondo soon came to become the manager of each sound accompaniment. He dressed all actions he encountered with musical selections from his internet radio station, Mondo Bongo. Except Reese‘s ones. He in particular got stunned only by his favorite Ice Atan’s compositions.
Rondo marketed two small speakers in his hands and where ever he could find stimulus he would score the right track and approach without being noticed. In his ways everyone did seem to be starring in the movie of each other’s life.
For Koni’s encyclopedic interests, photographic arrests and astronomical observations, Rondo chose psychedelic samples of the seventies.
Fasten with his paranoid preferences for fussy creatures of the other sex, stimulated Rondo to playback hearings of hard Greek sounds mixed with pastoral styles, while good old Aster had an impulse for performing in his own classic guitar the major and sometimes melancholic type of some Afro-American origin.
As for Jahniet, every stringed and windy sound, independent and peaceful, offered him calmness and clarity.
Rondo’s ability, however, to match the appropriate type of music at all times, was exhausted in the case of Axel. His not-so-witty pleasantries were answered only by the fencer Adri. He provided, with his special woodcutting bullying technique, the antidote to the erratic behavior of their friend.
When it was time he had his sword always ready to keep him quiet. With Axel under compliance, Adri constantly grabbed this opportunity, and in every swordsman move, he would turn his gaze to his girlfriend Fyso and train her from afar. These same courses had been repeated so many times that her hearing began to decline.
The pressure began to feel unbearable, forcing Fyso to isolate and dedicate herself in fishing parrots and cooking them by the salty seaside, a trend, which more resembled the rampart of the big tree, rather than the rampart of the small cave.
In the digestive meditation that followed, with one eye open she saw the distance from the other members growing.
When the end of the summer reached Fyso, her return to the hectic city life gave the final blow. In the throes of civil war and away from her friends she paid the price of her embryonic revolutionary nature in various ways. It didn’t take her long to realize that her destination was totally opposite than of her friends. The diffusion of power did not fit her. The glamour of hegemony was calling her and that was the prime reason that caused her lengthy separation from Adri who supported otherwise.
Despite their break up, the two of them could not do otherwise and returned the next summer in the magical Anima Key. But Fyso wasn’t able to coexist under the guidance of all together and none specific, she retired and moved her camp, transferring her belongings to the rampart of the big tree.
The new world she encountered there, offered her the opportunities for the evolution she had been wishing for. It was incomparably superior to the old one in all aspects of survival, from the specialized fishing techniques to the fully equipped fire hearth, which if one wanted, could function as a closed oven with shelves.
Eventually, after last year’s riots that followed the events that led to the separation of Emil and Dusanka and this year’s of Adri and Fuso, the members of the two ramparts settled down. The fear and admiration towards the face of Ari, in a way confirmed the strength of his group.
All that was missing to prove the big tree’s superiority over any given rampart, was a queen on its leader’s side. And Ari was quick to fall in love with Fuso, organizing the rampart around his desire.
In Ari, Fuso found the ideal kind of man that would steer her high up the scale of her potential.
In the midst of lightning and thunder, the woe of the sea, the storm, and the loss of their fellow couple mates, Fyso clearly remembers all that misery. She has to give in, again. But, as so many times before in her life, she‘ll never get used to becoming more wet by each moment she gives in to a cause, without a true desire. She risks everything again for the crazy mind of her man. Thought she prefer to sit by the beachfire and pan some parrot fish while cutting tomatoes and chopping onions. Crying for her true call.
“Why have you brought me along, why here, why now, why me? Monsters all over my freedom yet I’m here with you! Fool!” she yells.
“You said you wanted an adventure in our relationship that would remind you of good past times, what is going on, were you bewitched by the stories about the witch?” Ari answers back and the beat sync with Fyso enters a mix of jealousy mixed with disapproval and disgust, thus something needs to happen so to be stopped.