Prologue
Prologue
Myradous
Myradous is a secluded island not known by many men, and if you happen to stumble upon this island beyond a dark mysterious mist, it’s a possibility you’ll not live to tell the story. It’s a land inhabited by a people steeped in their own traditions and laws. It’s a place of golden tan bodies, secret healing powers, a crystal that can take a peek into your soul, and a culture where people never face the possibility of getting sick or growing old. It’s a world of tranquility and peace, and they have no desire to mingle with anyone outside their world.
This sounds like a place most people would want to live, so why is the last survivor of The Mickelberry glad when he’s finally returned to the ocean after living on the island for four years? In the vastness of the ocean and in the calmness of this majestic scenery, he wondered how he got to this point in his life. He was sitting in his tiny boat pulling at the substance the islanders had encased him in. What had he done to deserve such fate? All his life he’d tried to be a decent person – standing for the underprivileged and being a voice for those who were voiceless. He had even been the voice for people when his own family didn’t agree. They had proven to be just as selfish and pretentious as the rest of society, and he wanted no part in that lifestyle, so he ran to the sea.
Had he made the right decisions in life? Perhaps, if he had stayed home and married his childhood sweetheart his shipmates would still be alive, and he wouldn’t be hundreds of miles from civilization sitting in that tiny boat. While contemplating his death and life’s choices, he began gasping for his next breath. His water and food had been gone for three days now, and he cursed the islanders for encasing him in a substance that seems to tighten more each day. If someone should rescue him from his ordeal, would they recognize him as a man or a monster?
Grandma Honey and The Children of Light
Grandma Honey is no longer with us, but her vision for a better human race still lives on. It was her belief that children will make this possible because children generate positive light and are able to find good in people if given the opportunity to interact with others without the influence of hatred. She believed that children are taught family values like hatred and bigotry in their own homes while sitting around the dinner table. Thus, the stage is set for your children to carry your ideas into the world. Be mindful of what you say around the dinner tables and in your homes. Your children are listening and becoming products of your expressions of hatred. It is then taken to schools and into the world where they act out their frustrations with guns. Guns are not the problem in America. Guns are the tools our children use to carry out their frustration and your teachings.
The Children of Light are taught that every race has something to offer the world and that a man should be measured
by his talent instead of the color of his skin. They know that their personal views and opinions can be broadened when they interact with others from a different culture or another race. This is possible because these children represent everything good and positive in the world. They represent new ideas and respect for others with different skin tones and different hair textures. They believe all life has value and one life should not be put before another; that we are separated only by a lack of knowledge of the treasure and beauty we all hold. Grandma Honey said some people hate because of past injustice. She said past injustice should not be a memory that prohibits growth and courage or the ability to find some good in human beings. Hatred and injustice run deep in this world. We must take steps to remove that injustice and find a better resting place for peace.
This interaction can kinder prejudice and eradicate this disease called hatred that is manifesting itself at the core of this country and around the world. This disease is the primary reason for mass murders that is on the rise in this country. For some people, this action is fine because it mirrors a reflection of their own desire to destroy what they don’t understand, but The Children of Light can be the catalyst that makes people consider their actions and feelings towards others. Grandma Honey believed this will be a difficult task since adults are already consumed with spreading hatred from generation to generation. Their minds and thoughts are narrow and not open to new ideas.
Grandma Honey believed all humans are part of God’s creation, just like the butterflies. She said all humans are different and we should not make fun of or tease others because they are different. Through Grandma Honey’s eyes, the world is beautiful. She said the different races make up the colors of a human rainbow. A rainbow is beautiful, how can the human race not be?