DC: Ok no news here. Just ch.7!

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It was a cloudy evening and she had really gotten tired of the old man, Jibulba, go on and on about trying to teach her a new language. True she had learned it with inconceivable speed but it was annoying that that was all she did for the day. She wanted to go around and meet the people, explore the town she found herself in, and see where that Tak boy ran off to. When Lok was flirting with her earlier, he said that he left to go run some errands for the High Shaman, but judging by the tone in his voice Homay didn't believe that to be true. She sat on the ground on front of the juju shrine. Jibulba had told her that you need tikis to summon a Juju, however she never really needed one. Homay somberly put her flute to her mouth and played. The music came slow and sad, as she closed her eyes and let the notes flow as the air she breathed flowed from her lungs. On some notes she held them till she had to take in more air and stuttered them. As she played mist started to form over the shrines center, swirling and taking the shape of a figure. Before long an orange man garbed in what appeared to be a choir robe appeared before her. He was tall and lean, holding his arms out in a Godly manner. He folded his arms into his robes and smiled down at her with soft lips. His emerald green eyes regarded her with affection.

"Homay, why do you play so sad?" he asked her in a dream like voice.

Homay stopped playing and sighed, letting her hands fall to her lap.

"I worry, Concord." She said in clear English.

"And what do you worry?"

"Father was acting very rash and I worry that he might have hurt himself if not other people. It was all my fault."

She pulled her knees to her chin and cried. She was a very sensitive person, enough to feel emotions that were not hers. This was how she was able to create such beautiful music, through her emotions, turning them to music. Concord knelt down in front of her and let the robes long sleeves drape across her shoulders.

"It was not you're fault, child."

"But if I hadn't have gone after that boy, Tak, and gone home instead Father wouldn't have gotten so angry." She sobbed into the fur hide of her pants.

"You had every right to be where you were that night. That place has great significance to you though you may not realize it yet."

"Father is worried about me. I've been gone for days."

Concord's kind face fell behind a veil of anger.

"He is not you're father, you realize." He said coldly.

"I understand but he has been there for me when I was sick, clothed me, kept me dry, gave me a warm place to sleep. He cared for me. I can't remember my real parents, not since the accident. I consider him my father, for now."

"I am sure that you're real parents are thinking well of you."

Concord gave her a hug before he stood and dissipated. Homay still sat there for a while longer, sobbing into her knees. It wasn't long before it started to rain heavily. Despite the cold she took her time in getting back to Jibulba's hut, the rest of the village already indoors. As she walked she tried to remember what had happened in her past. She remembered the village, everyone out side playing and enjoying the day's warmth. It was just like any other jungle village aside the fact that an earthquake sunk a majority of it. Bridges connected the different sides of the village and latter's connected the lower parts and higher parts. She remembered being so overwhelmed with anger and sadness as she was being picked on by the other kids. They all called her names; even the village elders shunned her. The last thing she could recall was her mothers voice telling her to stop; to calm down, then…nothing. All there was, was white light. She couldn't recall anything after that. Homay decided to stop giving it thought or she'd give herself a headache.

"Look at you, Homay, you're soaked." Jibulba exclaimed as she stepped into the hut.

"Come on lets get you changed into dry clothes."

Jibulba led her to the room of which she was staying in and pulled out a skirt and a tube top made of soft sheep's wool. Jibulba left her to change and told her to hang her clothes up in the back room. Once she was done, Homay entered the living room, still crying. Tak saw her and frowned.

"Homay, what's wrong?"

She sniffed and wiped away the tears with her hand.

"Nothing. Just miss home." She lied.

Well, it was the partial truth. She was more upset with the fact that she couldn't remember.

"Well, you shouldn't worry. You're old enough to take care of yourself now. Every one misses home." Tak tried to cheer her up as she sat down on the couch next to him.

She wasn't listening to Tak. Homay started to doubt what and why she was still here. She knew exactly where she was and where Dry Rock was, she could leave at anytime she wanted and they would never see her again.

"If it makes you feel better. Tomorrow if its dry enough, we will all go out and go fishing on Chicken Island."

Then she remembered why and she smiled. She had friends here.

"That sounds like fun!" Homay said with her usual big smile.

DC: another short chapter but I think its got important info. Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to review!