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THE WALKING STATUES: A SHORT STORY

October 16, 2026 at 11:36 am Leave a comment

THE WALKING STATUES

The waves of the Pacific gently washed the western shore of the island. An island so remote from any other land mass that it’s a wonder that it was found. How many attempts were made by voyagers in canoes will never be known. People set out on an ocean having no idea of what lay ahead. They were fleeing from their home because war or famine made life unbearable. How many never found land only to die in their attempt for a new life.

Conga stood on that island’s western shore pondering that question. How many people tried before and after his people stumbled upon this tiny land mass just two generations ago. His people’s past was full of both legends and facts. But no one had enough knowledge of their past to distinguish one from the other. But one belief was held as true. That the gods must have played a part in the discovery of this land. Gods they brought with them and gave praise to and worshiped. Conga stood on this remote spot on the island, a part of the island where villagers rarely wandered. He treasured this spot where his only company was his thoughts.

But he now knew he would not be alone for long. Footsteps signaled someone’s approach and he knew instantly who that someone would be. Only one other knew of his love for this spot, and she would soon embrace him. It would be Ula, the love of his life who often came to share the serenity offered here.

As she embraced him from behind she said, “Still trying to imagine where our people came from so many years ago? Instead of looking into the past, look into the future, our future. That is where your happiness lies. Our future together.”

Conga and Ula have pledged to spend their lives together. They had known each other since childhood as friends. But as their feelings for each other intensified spending their future together became a clear destiny. Conga responded to Ula’s thoughts, “I do think about our future, but while I’m here I think of the gods who guided us to this island. I have seen them.

Conga had seen the gods after a Tribal ceremony where a man was denied sleep for days and fasted for a week, and sometimes longer. The gods he had seen were giants and he clearly remembered their features. Their heads were unusually long with a distinctive nose and deep-set eyes. Some had red hair, red hair being a symbol of power deserving respect and honor. Conga was not alone in experiencing these visions. Other young men had endured the same ceremony and had seen the gods. But Conga’s memory of their appearance was the clearest. The gods also told Conga how they must be honored but he could not clearly recall their instructions. In order to revisit the gods with the hope of retaining their instructions he experienced the ceremony once again. With the new ceremony he now recalled the god’s plans for him.

His people were to construct giant statues, a multitude of statues to be spread throughout the island so that the people would never be too far from the memory of the gods. So that they would never forget that their existence on this island was a gift from the gods. Conga spread this knowledge of the mission to other young men who saw the gods and the mission was begun.

* * *

Ten years later.

The mission of construction of these statues spread with enthusiasm throughout the entire population and would eventually produce over 900 statues with the distinctive feature of Conga’s vision. Most were approximately 13 feet tall, but one giant surpassed 33 feet. The people called these statues of their gods moai. And the legend persists to this day that the statues walked to where they were to be located.

During the construction of the statues Conga and Ula were true to the pledge for the future, became one and a son was born. They constructed a hut where the family dwelled among a sparse stand of trees and a view of the western shore.

One day, as night approached, Conga asked Ula, “What more do you need me to do?”

Ula answered, “Your work is done.” She knew why he asked her this. He wanted to partake of his favorite pastime. Conga told Ula he would be gone for awhile and Ula knew where he was going.

For relaxation Conga would climb to the summit of a nearby hill and as night approached he would look down on their hut and see the dim light filtering from within. It brought him pleasure while he thought about his family and how his family would grow in the future.

This vantage point also provided a view of some of the statues his people had provided to honor the gods. Over the course of additional ceremonies, he conversed with the gods about his mission, a mission which would consume his entire life. The gods told him they were pleased with the great number of statues the people have constructed and scattered over the entire island. This brought Conga peace knowing he had served his purpose.

* * *

Nearly a thousand years after the island was populated it was visited by people from a distant land. A land the people of the island could not imagine existed.

Early one morning a craft was sighted the likes of which could not be foretold. It was massive; perhaps it was not a boat but a floating island. The fact that massive trees appeared to be growing from its center gave credence to this assumption. The strange thing was that the trees were adorned with massive pieces of material. The island was about to be visited, and it change its future forever.

The ship approaching was being sailed by Dutch crewmen. The year was 1722, but of course the islanders have no concept of numbered lengths of time or for that matter how long a year was. On this eventful day the sailors onboard the ship were celebrating a special mass for the day was Easter Sunday.

The residents of the island called their home Rapa Nui, but with the arrival of this ship the world would know the island by a different name.

Author’s note: For those who find the legend of the walking giant statues an interesting legend of the island should know it is not completely a legend. My next post will reveal the truth of the ‘walking’ statues.

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