Chapter 1 - Una

The lost island of Umbamba is mere myth to you and i. But let me tell you of a story..A story of an ancient rune of folklore and legend...

It's early on the Island, The sun just rising above the horizon line, painting abstract heated colors across the sky. Mythical birds and creatures awake from their roost, chirping lightly over the sound of the soft whispers of the ocean. Harmonic symphonies dance lightly over the light, fine sand. The lapping shore line filling some deep hoof prints that seem to wander endlessly around the island.
​A stout beast ambles around the timeless place, his eyes constantly keen on the horizon line, eternally scanning for danger or harm. He is a mighty, loyal beast. His skin hard like rocks over his thickly built muscle. As he looks over the horizon, his mane of evergreen leaves floats and moves on the soft, cool breeze. There is an unusual smell on the air..sweet but scared, it seems.
Being a curious beast, he ambles toward it, in search of this insatiable and alien smell.

A few hours pass until he stumbles upon a crumpled mess in the sand. Soaked, tatty..and still alive, murring softly. The beast prods the thing curiously, a little unsure of what it is that's been washed up by last night's storm. And again, the thing makes a gentle noise..A confused, cold noise. The beast is helpful by nature, so his only instinct at this time is to take the wounded creature under his arm, and carry it to the hot springs. Maybe to soak the creature in its warmth and healing abilities.. The journey is long for them both, but luckily the cool morning air makes the journey a little more pleasant. They wander away from the whispering ocean, and deep into the forest, alive with birds, creatures and insects of all kinds. 

A short while passes until they reach a clearing, a luscious waterfall and sparkling clear rock pool at the very bottom, almost in the center of the clearing. The rocks that bares the falls, are covered ever so lightly in moss. And the Rock pool so clear you can spy the bottom of it, being distorted by the surface disturbance. 

Slowly, the beast steps into the water, sending whirls and twirls of clear patters to grow on its surface, rippling with the movement. Such a huge beast, he moves with caution, delicacy.. Placing the tiny female in the warm water, continuing to hold her firmly in his arms. After a few minutes, the thing in his arms wriggles.. The warmth nurturing her, cleaning her.. Pleasing her...
The female opens her eyes, they sting from the salty ocean that she was previously clad in. 