Ten years later
This is where I begin my story; my name is Milai, daughter of Oki and Kai, and older sister to Alua, son of Oki and Kai.
The harsh winter of Kamui set in weeks before Papa and my annual trip to Kamiki village for the festival. Samickle, as chief of Wep'keer, forbade any of us from going. I was currently in Elder Kamu's house studying the ancient Oina Tribe scrolls when Papa burst in.
"Milai, the sun will set soon, time to go home." I sighed.
"Papa, why do I always have to go before the sun sets?" Papa sighed and walked up to me. He knelt in front of me and caressed my face.
"The nights are more frigid than the day's and winter makes it a million times worse. You'll catch your death if you go out in Kamui weather at night. Now, come, daughter of mine, your Mother has dinner ready." I said my good-byes to Elder Kamu and made my way outside with Papa. He picked me up and held me closer to him for the extra warmth so I wouldn't freeze. Then we went home.
Inside I smelled delicious food, and I wiggled out of my papa's grip and ran inside to Mama's embrace.
"Mama, mama, guess what!" Mama chuckled, and picked me up.
"What is it, my little fox?" I struggled to decide whether to tell her about the dream of a man in a distant world beyond Nippon. Mama let out an exasperated sigh.
"You had that dream again, didn't you? About that man with the Ocean for eyes," I sheepishly nodded. Papa came up behind me.
"It's been getting more and more frequent, Kai, we HAVE to do something. I was going to take her on the journey after the festival was over, but Samickle forbade any and all travels during the frozen days." Mama sighed, and hugged me tighter.
"I fear for you, Milai, I do, ever since you were born two months early. I'll talk with Samickle about this, tomorrow. Milai sit by the fire, your father will get more wood." Mama gave me my dinner and my mind drifted to the dreams I've been having.
[I could hear the water crashing upon the shore and retreating back, this repeated several times before I felt a presence behind me. I turned around to see a tall, thin man with the palest of skin. It gave off a slight blue hue in the light of the moon. His hair was as black as night as moved like shadows. I looked up into his eyes and I saw the powerful ocean in them, they were
magical. "Milai," he said, "Milai, Milai," his voice was like a holy resonance. "Milai..."]
"MILAI," screamed my little brother, Alua. Even though he was barely three years old, I glared at him.
"What?" Alua grinned.
"Papa want talk to you* I looked up over to Papa.
"We leave Wep'keer at dawn, before anyone else wakes. Kai has already packed our bags, finish eating and get some rest." I nodded and scarfed my meal. Papa chuckled and got up. He came over to me, picked me, and settled me into bed. He gave me a kiss good-night. I drifted into a deep slumber.