| abstract | - Summary of Previous Events: After a short bout with Lulu Gregars, our hero Grothon Sinterklaas, is incapacitated by an axe to the head as Gregars and Kwanzaax remember their youth at Inka Island. Mother: He's arriving!!! Nnngh.... Father: Hang in there, love! Father: Look, Tamila, he has hair! And... It's in the shape of a star!!! Tamila(smiles): He's so beautiful... let's call him Kwanzaax, 'Shining Star'. Father(tearing up): The shining star of our tribe. Yes... that's a wonderful name indeed. Chief: Greetings, Mr and Mrs. Jaran. We've heard your child is quite special, perhaps we could see him in person? Tamila: Gladly! Kwanzaax, come over here! Play us something... Chief: This is something that has never been heard of! A-once-in-a-century occurence! Pray, what has happened to the young lad's hair? Father: In truth, he was born like that, with a patch of star-shaped hair... and since then, it's kept growing that way. Chief: He was born with star-shaped hair... Renjeshi, I appoint you responsible for further testing of this young boy! Renjeshi(the warrior): As you wish, Your Chiefness... Chief: I now proclaim Kwanzaax the One hundred and thirtieth chosen one of the Axtex People, chosen by the gods to be Protector of our land and culture! Father: We're so proud of you, son! Kwanzaax's father lifts him into the air and kisses him on his star-shaped head. Kwanzaax: Comrade, why did you crush that butterfly? Gregars: Because it pissed me off. And why are you calling me comrade, 'chosen one'? I'm just a bag of scum in your eyes, aren't I?! Kwanzaax: Everything and everyone is equal, comrade. And you are no bag of scum. You are a human. Gregars: Gods, the innocence. They haven't decayed you yet, but if not tomorrow, or the day after that, they'll make you as rotten as everyone else in due time... Kwanzaax: What do you mean? Renjeshi: Kwanzaax, don't run off while I'm relieving myself! Renjeshi notices the stocky boy and smiles . Oh hello, mister Gregars! How's your father doing? Gregars(mumbling): Still in prison... Renjeshi: Well, I'm sorry to hear. I hope he'll be released soon. Gregars: I don't. That bag of sh*t should stay in there forever, for what he's done. Renjeshi: I wouldn't state it so harshly... Gregars: Yeah yeah, go on and teach your spoiled brat all about dial fighting, our noble history and whatnot. Gregars turns around angrily, cursing under his breath, and walks away from Renjeshi and Kwanzaax. Renjeshi: Good day to you too, Mr. Gregars. Gregars: Aw, come on, don't cry little one! Mrs. Gregars: You son of a b**ch! You go to jail, leave me to take care of Lulu and the baby and you don't even care! Who do you think you are!!! Lulu's mother burst into tears as she falls into his arms. Gregars: Mom, it's me. Mrs. Gregars: Lulu! You're such a good boy! Don't turn out like your father! (Continues sobbing). Gregars: Don't worry mom, I won't. (Stares hatefully at the wall). Me and Amano... We'll change the world, you'll see it. And the first step is... for you to stop drinking Mrs. Gregars: Okay(sniffles)... I'll try. Kwanzaax: Good evening, chief. Chief(smiling): Good evening, Kwanzaax. How was your day? Kwanzaax: It was absolutely awesome! Renjeshi took me out to the ocean and taught me some tricks on the waver! Chief: Really? Renjeshi did that?! Renjeshi(grinning): I told him not to tell you! Chief(laughing): Well, I guess that's fine. Now, Kwanzaax, you are only six years old, and people may think what the think about me for doing this, but today I will reveal to you your true purpose as the chosen one. Kwanzaax: Okay. Chief: That's your reaction!? No matter. 900 years ago, our society was the most technologically advanced in the West Blue, and one of the most learned societies in the world. That all perished when the so-called 'Twenty Kings' conquered the world and destroyed most of history. In the world, there are 'three ancient weapons' but we have in our possession an artifact some call the fourth weapon... Kwanzaax: What is it!? Chief: This artifact is most holy. The Golden Staff was passed down to us from our first king, son of the Gods and it is capable of destroying whole islands. Kwanzaax: Oh... Chief: And you, the chosen on, the prodigious dialist, are the only person in the world capable of activating it. Kwanzaax: And that means...? Chief: Agents of the World Government are going to arrive here in a week or so, and they will want you to open the staff. Under no circumstances are you to agree.The fate of our island is at stake. Do you understand? Kwanzaax: Y-yes. Chief: And remember, be polite, and address all the officials as 'sir'. Kwanzaax: Why? They are but comrades of mine... Chief(smiling): Just this once. Chief: Welcome, dear sirs. Official: Cut the crap now, f**king shrimp of a chief. Tell us where the staff is and fast, or we'll start looking for it-by force. Chief: Excuse me? Official: Do you need me to say it again, featherhead! The blonde official pushes the clan chief to the ground, knocking several vases from the table. Renjeshi clenches his fists, and reaches for his sword. Renjeshi: Chief! Chief: No, I'm fine. I'll lead you to the staff. Chief: Here it is. Official: Are you fooling with me here, old geezer! Chief: N-no, it was supposed to be here. Renjeshi, where is the guard who was supposed to be here day and night!? Renjeshi: I don't know! And, oh shit, Kwanzaax has disappeared! Chief: Go find him immediately! Kwanzaax: Let me down, comrade! And -why did you steal the staff, don't you know it is an important and holy artifact for our tribe! Gregars: Shut yer trap, kid. Gregars: I have my reasons for stealing the staff, and I need you for it! If you cooperate, you'll home free in a matter of moments! Renjeshi: Lulu Gregars and his cousin were reported missing! He must have been the one who stole the staff!Urgh... I saw him acting suspiciously a few days back around Kwanzaax... why did he have to do this!? Renjeshi: I'll take this! Renjeshi jumps aboard the small vessel , unsheathing his sword. Stop it, Gregars! You don't have to do this, you know?! We've done no wrongs against you... Gregars only glares at him, shakily holding up a gun to Kwanzaax's head. Gregars: Move and I'll shoot! Drop your weapon! Gregars: Very good. Now do as I-Gregars quickly removes the gun from Kwanzaax's head and aims it to Renjeshi, shooting him three times between the eyes. The warrior gasps for a last breath of life, only to fall into the ocean, barely making a sound. Kwanzaax: Noooooo!!! Renjeshiiiiii!!! Gregars(grimacing): Tough life, kid. Gregars: Shit! Those bastards! ( starts paddling in the opposite direction) Gregars(shouting): I don't give jack shit about your rules and laws! Gregars: Shit, no! I'll swim for that thing if it kills me... Gregars: Damn it! Gregars gets down on his knees and covers his face, not hearing any of the muted words arriving from the Government Ships around him. Gregars raises his head and mutters. I have understood now, that there is only one god... and his name is Death. Kwanzaax: Yes, I remember that day very well. I really don't know what would have been better, being turned into a slave of the Government or staying in your crew... Gregars(sneers): Everyone has a different point of view, Kwanzaax... that day, I had a revelation. And that made me even more convinced that my path was the right one. And I will not let anything get in its way, in my way. What do you say, Kwanzaax? You can activate the staff or see it destroyed. Which path will you pick?
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