Otundie sat at the entrance to his grass hut and watched with awe and the storm decorated the sky with lightening bolts, the clouds thundered like the hoofbeats of many horses.
Such a storm was seldom seen because his tribe was located in the highlands of a mountain and normally the clouds were below their viewpoint, and covered the the underworld that reached out below them.
Each time the thunder cracked he would jerk, yet for some reason had no fear of it's magnitude.
Then he saw lightening and it seemed to have fallen form the sky to land in a tree some distance away, he could see the tree glowing red on its ledge through the rain that poured down upon his topical forest.
The trees and bushes seemed to be dancing in the winds as the rain made drumming like sounds on his hut.
Otundie was a chief storyteller in his tribe and that was a position of great respect, and he thought to his self "tomorrow I will go to that tree where the fallen spirit form the sky landed, and will find it if I can". That would give him another great story to tell in the afternoon when they all gathered around the story telling rock in the field.
The storm was now getting milder so Otundie moved back to his bed made out of long grass where his daughter Shela was sleeping soundly.
"tomorrow, I will search for the fallen sprit of light" he reminded his self.
He had no idea that he was about to discover something that would chnage humanity forever.
....... ( to be continued ) ..............
