The first birth on this new island was a little boy named Chris, the first son of the fourth family. He loved the island and the island loved him back. He was full of so much love that those around him could not help but forget their bad thoughts when he was around. He was a blessing given to the people by the island but some blessings can turn into curses.
One day without even a second thought Chris's father left the island and his family in the dark of night. It was rumored that he died at sea. Chris was heartbroken by this since his father was one of the closest people to him. His father had told him many stories, taught him how to fight, and how to be a man. Now he was gone.
Chris fell into a deep depression which many could see following him like a dark fog. The people of the village tried to cheer him up for his and their benefit. It was strange but those that the fog touched would pass out. That caused most to keep their distance from him.
Chris's mother, Marlene, was left to take care of him. Marlene tried her very best to take care of her son but as time passed she came to hate Chris, he reminded her too much of her husband that left.
Chris responded by spending much of his time with his grandfather who was one of the island elder. Sadly, fate would bring him another tragic lose. The constant presence of Chris around his grandfather made his grandfather very weak. It wasn't long before his grandfather was put to rest.
On the day of the burial, in front of everyone, Chris's light brown hair darkened. The darkness in his hear that was born when his father left had grown too powerful to be contained. This was new and scared many in the village.
The village elders demanded he be shunned. Even his mother wanted to do nothing with him. That only made things worse and soon sickness spread through the village. The remaining elders demanded that Marlene led her son into the deepest part of the forest that surrounded their village. She blindfolded him and took him away. It took about a day for them to reach the opposite side of the island. There she left him and forbid him to go near anyone on the island. He was being told to live the rest of his days isolated and alone by his only remaining parent.
Time passed and he learned what "alone" really meant. The darkness in his heart only deepened as a result. He was now independent, learning to forage for himself. He lived in the trees with the clothes on his back and slept in a cave he found one day that it rained after his mother let him in the forest.
He did not hunt because even though his heart was dark he still believed all life was precious. Also, no animals would go near him. They could sense the darkness around him and know not to come near.
The day came where his thoughts got dark. They were too dark, especially for a child as young as him. He started to question why he even continued to live. No one would miss him if/when he was gone. He was alone on this small island that didn't even want him.
Then they came.
The island could no longer watch its child's pain so it split his personalities into three. First was the real Chris who was indifferent to life he lived. Second was the Christopher. He was born out of anger, sadness, and hatred. He saw the bad and evil in the world that the world saw in him. Third was Toffer who had the childhood innocence and happiness that Chris once had. Chris talked to his new friends. He did this for a while until it eventually became second nature and normal. The darkness in him decreased.
Then on day when Chris was sleeping in his tree a mysterious fruit fell on Chris's head. It was a strange round fruit with black and white dots all over it. It didn't look poisonous and Chris was hungry from a long nap. He thought to consult the others if he should eat it and what it might taste like.
"Should I eat this", asked Chris, holding up the fruit.
"Sure, we have nothing to lose", said Christopher.
"Looks yummy…it will taste good in your tummy", said Toffer.
Chris took a bit of the mysterious fruit. It tasted horrible but it filled his hunger so he continued to eat it until there was nothing left. Then came a horrible head banging in his head. Chris grabbed his head and began in to scratch it. It was like a thousand people were talking in his head. He shook his head with all his might to stop the pain.
"Aaaahhhhhh…", screamed all the voices in head.
The pain only grew.
He passed out and the voices stopped. Everything went silent. The pain in Chris's head stopped when he woke up. It took a minute to regain his vision but when he did he confused by the trick his eyes were playing on him. He saw two people that looked exactly like him on the floor beneath him looking up at where he was. Chris's head started spinning and he fell out the tree.
He fell on something. He finally got a better look at the two below him.
"Ouch", said all three.
It took some time for all three to stand up and get a good look at each other.
"You look like me", all of them said pointing at each other.
"Stop copying me", they said angrily.
"Stop it", they said even more furious.
They tried to play rock, paper, scissors to see who went first to speak but it resulted in a three-way tie. Then one spoke above the rest.
"Christopher…Toffer… is it really you guys", asked Chris.
"Yes", said both, looking at their hands.
Everything went silent again. All of them had straight faces except one. Chris smiled the widest he had ever smiled with tears running down his face.
"I thought I was gonna die alone", said Chris with tears running down his face.
Toffer and Christopher put their hands on Chris's back and told him something he had wanted to hear for a long time.
"You'll never be alone Chris", said Toffer and Christopher.
Tears ran down all three of their faces as the smiled and held each other.
All the darkness that was in Chris lifted like an evil curse from the stories he was told long ago.