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Chapter 4: The Island That Was Waiting 

The boat touched the shore softly.
No sound.
No waves crashing.
Only silence.
Denver Joe stepped onto the sand.
It felt warm under his feet.
He looked around.
The island was quiet… too quiet.
Tall palm trees stood still, as if they were watching him.
“Where is everyone?” he asked.
The old man tied the boat and stepped beside him.
“You will see,” he said calmly.
They began to walk.
The path was narrow, covered with soft leaves.
The air smelled fresh and sweet.
As they moved deeper into the island, Denver Joe felt something strange.
It was like the island knew he was there.
A soft breeze passed by.
The leaves whispered.
And for a moment…
He heard it again.
“Come…”
Denver Joe stopped.
That was the same voice.
“Did you hear that?” he asked quickly.
The old man smiled—but said nothing.
Soon, they reached a small group of huts.
Children were playing nearby.
When they saw Denver Joe, they stopped.
They stared at him.
Not with fear.
But with quiet excitement.
“He’s here…” one child whispered.
Another smiled.
“We knew you would come.”
Denver Joe frowned.
“Knew? How?”
The child tilted his head.
“Because… you already did.”
Before Denver Joe could speak, a familiar voice came from behind.
“Because the story told us.”
Denver Joe turned.
An old man sat near a small fire.
White beard.
Bright eyes.
Calm smile.
It was Old Maro.
“You…” Denver Joe said softly.
Old Maro nodded.
“I have been telling your story,” he said.
The children gathered closer.
Denver Joe’s heart began to beat faster.
“My story?” he asked.
“But I just arrived.”
Old Maro shook his head gently.
“No,” he said.
“You only remembered to come now.”
The fire flickered.
Denver Joe slowly sat down.
As he placed his hand near the fire, a strange warmth spread through his wrist.
He looked down.
For a brief second…
A faint symbol appeared on his skin.
A small glowing mark.
Then it vanished.
Denver Joe blinked.
“Did you see that?” he whispered.
But no one answered.
Old Maro watched him carefully.
“Some things,” he said, “do not disappear.”
“They wait.”
The sky grew darker.
Stars filled the night.
The same stars.
The same quiet.
The same feeling.
As if this moment had happened before.
Old Maro looked at Denver Joe.
“It means,” he said softly, “your story began long before today.”
Denver Joe felt a strange pull inside his chest.
Like a memory trying to wake up.
Old Maro pointed to the fire.
“Listen carefully,” he said.
“The story you are part of is not only yours.”
“It belongs to another time.”
“Another place.”
“A forest.”
Denver Joe’s lips moved before he could stop himself.
“Kallivana…”
The children gasped.
Old Maro smiled slowly.
“Yes,” he said.
“You remember.”
The fire burned brighter.
The wind became still.
“And once,” Old Maro said quietly, “you were known by another name.”
Denver Joe looked up.
His heart was racing.
“What name?” he asked.
Old Maro leaned forward.
“With a boy named Tom…”

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