Creative Writing: Spirit Island

I lived on an island named the Spirit Island. The sky

used to be always azure without any blemish. There were

lots of greenery; there were mountains, rivers, cliffs, and

lakes. And there was always present the fresh breeze of the

sea. Our island was pretty big with a population of almost

800 million with thousands of cities. I lived in Serran,

which was the biggest city in the island and was also its

capital.

I lived with my three siblings and old Larry. My

youngest sibling was my sister Ayami, who was eight

years old. Before her were my other siblings, Akiro and

Motoyami, both ten years old. They were non-identical—

entirely non-identical in fact—twins. They both were

followers of falsehood and often had rebuttals with

Our names were quite strange when compared to the

rest of the people even when our culture and language

were the same. Some people even criticised our names,

and I hated them. A person had no right to name himself;

that right was his/her parents’. This was one of the reasons

we detested our parents.

Akiro was good at quite a many things, but Motoyami

was good at almost nothing. I was the one responsible for

all my siblings because our mom and dad were at war and

we hadn’t even seen the faces of our other relatives. In

fact, we didn’t even know whether they actually existed.

Larry had complete knowledge about almost everything

in the world (at least, that was what I thought). He knew all

the fighting skills and all the special techniques and also

had knowledge of secrets that were way too old for anyone

presently living on our island. He used to help us out in

everything. He prepared our food and washed the dishes.

But the strange thing was the speed at which he did these.

I always knew—or believed, rather—that he had been

using some kind of magic, but whenever I asked about

Whenever I asked him, he always said, ‘You will

know when the time is right’.

Sometimes I also thought that he was a little crazy.

Wasn’t it the right time to tell your name when you met

someone for the first time? And what was the harm in

telling your name to someone?

I was the only one of us four who knew about the

reality of our parents. The others (including everyone

else on Spirit Island) thought that our mom and dad were

travellers and that they travelled across the seas and oceans

and were hence so rich. There were a few who even dared

to be mere travellers. They said that anywhere in this world

could never be as safe as your very own native land.

Our house was the biggest one we had ever seen. It

had a total of almost forty rooms. There were separate

bedrooms, bathrooms, toilets, dressing rooms, store rooms,

and sword fighting and archery rooms, which were all

quite big.

There was also an inter-joint-mansion sort of thing for

Larry and also one for visitors such as the guild masters.

All was divided in three floors with an area of around fifty

acres, including the gardens and the backyard where the

open training by the guild master used to take