LADAK OF ADANTE

LADAK OF ADANTE
THE WASTELAND PIRATE CHRONICLES


After the android wars and the last great flood I was hurled into the wastelands of the abyss. It was the last outpost of a dreaded and forgotten galaxy. It was where I drifted from time, transforming liquid into an array of small ideas. Most of these ideas stroll in the unknown gardens of our territory. Not much is known. Most of man’s memory was erased after the last flood.

I remember the first time I heard that melody. It spoke of the legends I used to read as a kid. The great skies controlled by flying serpents with wings of fire. I’ve read scrolls unknown to most. The ancient arts taught to me by an old ship captain; the man who has guided and loved me since my eyes opened to this world. His name is Zuji and since become my master and father. I remember a storm and hanging on a thin piece of wood in the rocking ocean. I heard a loud noise above me and looked up to a winding mess of color. I watched the bright lights pull me up from the water. The captain raised me since I first boarded his ship. I was shivering cold beneath a large golden necklace around my neck. It had unseen pictures and strange letters. For all his wisdom, the words he could not read. With all his years of wisdom and teaching, my text no tongue could speak. And that necklace still hangs over me, rising under a dark sun only to search for lost memories. That search has crossed the ageless road of bloodshed and fire.

From the markings in Zuji’s old maps, I believe that we are on the south coast of a giant island. I have trekked most of the land, and map and believe that this was originally a land once called Cuba. The texts say it was a large stopping base for the heavenly flying serpents, and was the blame for the destruction of the Earth after the second revolution. These teachings have installed this hunger for exploring in me. I was born to seek out these mysteries. I want to know the truths of this world and not rot in the same...