Many Elm trees in and around the village were scorched from the lava. The volcanic eruption and its aftermath plagued the thoughts of Mahatma and his neighboring villagers. Doc Allele, an English doctor and missionary tried to reassure the villagers that the Christian God would comfort them, while their gods and traditions regarding thunder, volcanos and earthquakes were mere superstitions only worth forgetting about. And the sooner the better. Eli, another young missionary was slightly more sensitive to the needs of these nonbelievers.
These villagers made a sacred drink similar to honey mead, but the recent volcanic eruption made it pretty much undrinkable. Not even village drunkards wanted to taste this awful beverage. Needless to say the missionaries disapproved of this supposed sacred drink.
The Shaman of this village was named Ope'. He was deeply worried about the ominous volcanic eruption of 'vomiting fire rocks' according to his beliefs, plus the presence of these accursed missionaries. He thought to himself or his gods, "What do they know about our rituals and traditions? Who are they to say their beliefs are truer or better?" (to be cont'd)
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