The beautiful brown-skinned Cantses were free from the maladies that plagued the rest of the world. They had no sickness, divorce, dysfunctional families, strife or crime. They didn't even have weapons other than the small spears used in fishing. Order, purpose, and unity permeated their valley. This was indeed a place of peace; the perfect paradise, until that fateful day... More
Forty miles to the south of the Dragula Island, an ugly outcropping of land protruded from the ocean floor. People of the area never approached this island because the forbidding rugged slopes made it undesirable for habitation. The rock walls plunged directly into the sea, while the steep barren peeks stretched their fingers towards the sky. That left no place to land on the island if there had ever been a desire to do so.
The island’s apparent absence of any living thing was belied by the presence of a fertile valley hidden in its interior. The valley was occupied by people who called themselves the Cantses. They called their valley Alouda Pola Kaloka, which meant “all that is desired, all that is known, all that is.” The valley was everything implied by that name; it was an Eden paradise filled with the finest flora and fauna that any tropical environment could produce. The Cantses had no history predating their time in the valley and tribal legend claimed their God Eloah placed them there at the beginning of time.
If the slopes on the outside of the island were called forbidding, the slopes of the valley could be described as impossible; so high and steep that no one had ever been able to leave. And just as these people had never seen the outside world, the outside world knew nothing of their existence. The Cantses believed they were the only people on earth. However, they never felt alone or confined, and they had no desire to leave their sanctuary. They knew they were blessed, and they were correct in that; they had paradise on earth. None of them imagined that that could ever change.