Wildfire, Pt. II - One with the Mountain

Years have passed since the family
Was driven out of the village by force
The people had won, but as some of the old folks knew
This victory was not final
The unrest would not end but only cease for a while
As it had always done since the beginning of times
Hence, they taught their offspring to love and hate
Respect and fear, thinking it would be the best way to avoid the inevitable
The last page of the book read:
«Children
Despite our best efforts, we have grown weak!
One day when you least expect it, during a party or harvest festival
A man, not quite a man, yet not quite a beast will walk up the road
And join with his family, the nature
Unless humanity has found harmony before that…
…you all will perish.»
«Hello!»
So here I walk up the road back home
This place is me: my skin, blood and bones
You’d have to remember in order to fear me:
«Your past will now burn down your town»