Many things, happened in the world !

Many of them keep happening, power and fame come and goes from strong people, to insanely lovable celebrities ! Since, the third World War the world changed drastically never to fall again to the way that it was before. It was like everyone was in an endless marathon, trying to see who will be there winner in the global scale. Even though the winner was already clearly the Kingdom Of Europe, and everyone knew that, many still had hopes even in secret for winning the world lottery and becoming the number one.

This roadrunner show, was a common commonality but for anyone who knew a little of the reality that surrounding them it was nothing but a futile dream. After, the third World War Europe is the main power. It has become, one country, one Kingdom, one body, with the center, the heart of all of it being Switzerland. In Switzerland, in Bern is the palace. What was once a big city, now is only the palace of the royal family. The capital being a huge city, with magnificent buildings that surrounds the palace and the center of the world. Israel, a much smaller country, but still very rich has become a big player in the hunt of the first lead. Japan, that was greatly broken and destroyed, it has now become another strong figure on the world map. By teaming up with Europe, to destroy the country that destroyed their lands together with their own strength and capability, had given a pass to the country that helped Germany in the second World War. Now the enemy, was ONE and ONLY one. Putting back the old differences, for the win against this upcoming nuisance. Japan the land of Technology, culture, Anime and Gaming is a place that you can be lost in its many colors.

Then, there is Oceania the second most rich place in the world. Oceania, found the opportunity to get out of invisibility, when they teamed up with Europe to take down America ! With the collapse, of the letter Australia became the center of the prime of education and art. Making their own Hollywood, "Aley-Wood", being insanely rich because of the tourism, the trade, the movie companies, the celebrations and the highly good education that it provides many people want an actually try to move there for a better tomorrow.

America, was and still is a nightmare to live in ! People there live in social agony and they still pay the loss off the game of the war. Losing their place they moved from the top to rock bottom in just one night. There is that injustice rules, with few being insanely favored and most living in the worst way possible, in gettos, living worse that thugs and scams.

While all of this is happening in the entire world, there is a place with it's own passing. Africa, is the land of loss. The second poorest place in the world, it breaks in three parts. First and foremost, there is the upper part having the countries that are the top of Africa, like Egypt, Morocco, Lybia and Tunisia. Those places are greatly influenced from Europe and they are deemed as snobs and the traitors from the entire other continent. Then there is The Middle Part, with the center and the most powerful place being Ethiopia. This part with the most number of people and the most countries, it never stops from being the loudest in all of Africa. And last but not least, there is the down part, which is in an alliance with the center against the upper Africa, that is nothing for them but a traitorusn disease.

There you could think that this is the corner of the world, the buoy island of this continent, Madagascar ! The economy, in Africa was always in a bad state but after the third world war it became even worse. Madascar, being forgotten and left behind by the entire world has one of the lowest economies and living conditions on the whole earth. There no one has ever seen a car, as they don't really exist. People get by with horses, carriages and bikes

Most people work in the fields, having farms and getting involved with the agriculture, fishing and forestry. There are also many small businesses and people live and get by one with the other. Small societies play a big part, in this place as there are many villages with huge families with one needs the support and the protection of the other. Not that this doesn't happen in the capital as well.

The Politician System being Democracy, having one prime minister who is the leader and the governor of everyone else. He answers back at Europe of course, like all of the other leaders of this continent. The Prime minister is the same ever since he was elected by the Counsil and the people back on the end of the war in 1947. Born in 1917, and still standing strong for his country !

That was the environment that Ilo Rakoto was born. In the middle of the day, at 12:00, first of may 1976. The firstborn of a very large family Ilo, name was given very selectively. In Madagascar, they take give a lot of thought to the name that a newborn will take. They believe that the name will be tied to the fate of the child forever. So the wrong name could destroy the life of the new soul that came to their home. Ilo father chose his name himself. He wanted to name his son after something meaningful, something deep and true. He wanted the name to be honest, simple and humble and to have a long tie to their homeland. So he chose the best name he could for his first child and son. His name meaning is the purest person of oil and this tied greatly to the life and the personality he could create.

Ilo followed 15 siblings, from whom 7 died. The ones that survived was he, 7 brothers and only one sister. He who was the first meant that he had to be the successor of his own father and their traditions. When he was a boy he loved to play with his younger brothers and he was a playful and relaxed person. He adored music and had a magnificent voice that made everyone who heard him be completely in peace. He played the Valiha, a tube zither from Madagascar made from a species of local bamboo. It is considered the "national instrument" of Madagascar and the young boy played it with so much charisma and adoration. He was a great dancer as well, his body was like it was created to move on the rest of the music, without ever stopping . His home was thee melody of the tunes, but his real home didn't need that.

Instead, he left school when he was only 14. Wanting to become a musician, something that was out of the question from his father especially, who knew that the boy needed to continue the family tradition. He married at 14, his wife and lifelong partner, the woman who would become the mother of his children, that took the name Lahatra Rakoto. Lahartha Means "order, arrangement" or "fate, destiny" in Malagasy.

The two kids where arrange to marry from their families but they knew each other since they were young. It wasn't difficult for them to lose themselves and soon they have their first child, a daughter named Kintana, which Means "star" in Malagasy. The baby was born healthy, strong and unbelievably fat for a newborn moreover a girl. The parents and the whole family was ecstatic, especially Ilo for his little girl. He had become a father for the first time and getting inside the room that his wife was giving birth he actually fainted. He never wanted to bring that event back again but the story remained as a joke to his dismay.

When his wife gave birth to his daughter, some of his uncles, brothers and even his father who looked disappointed came to him and told him grabbing his shoulder, "Don't worry, the gods gave you a female, next time it will be son. At those words, Ilo cleansed his fists and he took his daughter from the midwife, yelling "LOOK AT ME ! ALL OF YOU !".

That made everyone to turn and look at him, the whole family, the friends, his wife... everyone !

Ilo put his daughter to his hands and then put her above his head.

Ilo: Today the world gave to me and my family most important blessing, a man like me could get ! (his voice is gentle yet breaks a little) I became a father and our house will only be overjoyed with singing and music from now on. Because my daughter is here. This is my and my wifes first miracle (takes the baby and carefully turns it on his hands in a natural movement, putting his finger to her timy small hands). I won't allow from anyone to talk ill or pity me, for the present that the skies gave to Us. Just because she isn't a son doesn't mean anything. She is our first laugh, our first beauty, our first strength, in a line that will follow her. Our miracle will only be celebrated ! Do you understand ?

All the people that were there looked with attention, and they all nodded positively. Kintana she was named, and her father wrote and sang for her, her own songs. They were celebrating, for one entire week. Three years later, when he only 18, he had his first son, Fara which means joy. The joy however, didn't last for long as the boy only 3 days old he was ill with fever and died as he didn't had the proper medicines and healthcare.

Tge family, were lost in blackness. The entire house mourned with Ilo most of all. He burried his tiny son himself, sang a happy lullaby to him as he started to cry, like a soul that for the first time meats real pain. He cried and then, then he touched the small grave and said with a firm gaze and a low whisper : "You died today my sun, my Fara, taking the joy away from my eyes. You left for somewhere the time not going to be able to follow you, for a very long time. Even though I didn't get to meet you, to feel you, to teach you all the things that I wanted, i love you more than I can count the sky that i can see and the ground that my two feet touch. You left too soon (he breaks in sobs) before you could know me, your mama that loves you so much, your lively, beautiful sister. You left without asking us, you left but you are never forgotten ! I will never forget the son that I was blessed to have for those 3 days, I will remember you everyday of my life and your siblings all of those that will come after you, will know about you and your existence. My boy, you will forever be my first son and I will forever love you. Daddy will always love you, remember that ! And wait for me, it will take long but one day I will be able to hold you in the next place we all go !

Ilo, couldn't come back easily after that loss and no one could make him come back to his senses. He spent nights playing low melosies and singing his boys lullaby, drinking and getting lost. No one, not his best friend, not the brothers that played with him since childhood good to get him to his senses. No one but one. His wife, came to him late one night that he was playing and with a serious stone asked:

Lahatra: What are you doing ? The kid and your parents sleep and tomorrow you work before the sun rises.

Ilo: (doesn't even looks at her, but he looks lost far away like nothing matters anymore) I'm not going tomorrow I am not... I'm not well !

Lahatra hand rises and she slaps him hard. So hard that his face turns around looking at the wall made of mud and wattle or woven matting supported by poles. His eyes widen and he looks at her, her eyes strong and serious.

Lahatra: You don't have to feed ONLY yourself and me. You have to work and feed our kid and how many others were going to have and your parents. Fara is dead, he doesn't need food anymore, nor does he need us anymore . He is gone, and tomorrow will come with or without him.

(he squeezes his hands and gets up yelling)

Ilo: Don't Talk About My Son That Way !

Lahatra: I brought him to this world, you were the one that put him on the ground. And he will remain there.

Ilo: (closes his eyes and has tears) it's do unfair !

Lahatra: And why it's unfair ? He couldn't make it, got a sickness and his body wasn't strong enough. it was bound to happen, unfair... you are unfair. It's just nature and we are it's slaves. You can't CONDEMN something for doing what it was supposed to do. The world took away our seed, as you take everyday it's fruits, from earth itself. It doesn't have to do with justice, only with the here and now. And we are here, she is, your parents are, he isn't and he will never be again. (takes his music instrument from his hands) Don't get lost in that.

Ilo: Laha, bring it back !

Lahatra: No ! It's time for you to stop, mourning over a life you will never get. (Ilo looks at his wife) this is a distraction when you lose yourself on it. The truth is simple, if tomorrow you don't go to work we will starve, going to meet our son way earlier than we should. Get up, get over yourself and continue. Life goes on and it will not wait for anyone. We are not important, none of us !

Those words, made the man think all of it again and again and can understood that care Worlds maybe hard but they were true. He put his instrument back in its place, looked at it caressing it a little bit and then he kissed it, like it was god sent. Then he turned his head and followed his wife in the bed.

And from that day, something changed in him. He continue playing music but never so happily, never his soul was put out of the lyrics and the notes he was playing. His music wasn't so clean anymore ! Except though when he was playing for his children, then his whole aura changed and he became one with the music again.

He started working harder on the family farm, creating his products and then selling them in the agora. Carrots, tomatoes, potatoes and other stuff. The whole family helped, Lahatra his wife was the yourger midwife and that was a joke they made that she was between helping in birth and giving birth, like this was her curse.

A year after the death of their son, when he was 19 his wife gave birth to another boy. Ilo wasn't so ecstatic, but this time he was very anxious and overprotective with the boy. Sitraka, the name he was given which means "pleasing" in Malagasy. Ilo, spent every waking hour looking at his son, at his breathing, to the point that he wasn't sleeping at all. Every time he took that boy, and sang to him there kid started to cry and unlike his name he wasn't pleasing at all. Especially to his father, that he cried in his arms and he was peeing every time he was held by him.

Once, Ilo took his 4-year-old daughter and his newborn baby in his hands and took him to the grave to meet his brother. There they stayed for a long time introducing the two brothers to each other !

It wad a year later that Lahatra pregnant AGAIN run to the house of another villager and told him what happened. She started taking breaths and holding her belly she wanted to swear from inside. The midwife wasn't on The village at that moment and she was giving birth...

Ending Note For A Naughty Reader :

Thank you, for reading my story ! This is one of many cosmos that I have created, it's a completely original story and it has nothing to do with an already existing material. The characters are all mine and they came exactly out of my head ! So I own the characters and the world. This is a new story that I have created, and I'm doing it for fun so I will be very happy if it will entertain and be your companion for the time that you read it !

Many Many Many kisses !

An Author Who Loves Ramen !