Post by Hana to Yume on Sept 26, 2005 21:10:35 GMT -5
(('Kay, hi everyone! This is just something I did for English class and ended up getting an A+ from a teacher who rarely dishes them out, so I figured I'd put it on here. 
We had to write a Native American myth explaining something (my friend Kyle did how the refridgerator came to be, lol) and this is what I came up with. Enjoy!))
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There lived a family of four in a small village just north of the great mountain range: a mother, father and two beautiful little girls, the youngest being of only seven summers. One horrible day there was a fire in the family's hut, and the youngest daughter died in the fierce blaze. They were stricken by grief, but because the winter frost was quickly approaching the little girl's parents didn't have sufficient time to conduct the ceremonial ritual that would take her soul to heaven. So, the child remained on Earth.
Though she desperately wanted to live and be with her family once again, the little girl, possessing more wisdom than many children her age knew this wasn't possible. Instead, she decided to travel to the shrine of a much revered goddess to seek her assistance. Because she was now a living spirit, the child required neither nourishment nor sleep. She made the long journey across the vast countryside in five days, stopping only to admire the gentle descent of the sun and wait for it to replace the ink black of night.
The little girl arrived at twilight and lit some candles to see by, before kneeling in prayer before a magnificient silver and gold replica of the great goddess. It wasn't long before the girl felt a presence with her, and she stood and turned her fair head to the dark sky. The goddess was truly a celestial sight: the entire expanse of the sky was her long raven hair, her dress was a million bright gems that cast tiny pinpricks of light across the land.
"Little spirit," the goddess declared, her voice soft and kind. "I have heard your prayer. I can help you, but first you must help me. I have lost one of my jewels. Can you see it anywhere?"
The little girl searched all around, in the high grass, in the goddess' shrine and finally in the nearby ocean. There, in the mouth of an oyster: a pearl! Surely this was the jewel the goddess had lost? She hurried back to the shrine and held out the gem.
"My, how exquisite! I think I like this better than my real jewel!" She fastened it in her ear where it sat high in the sky, glowing beautifully.
"Thank you, little spirit. Now I shall help." The goddess then waved her pale hand and red and green lights danced through her hair like ribbons on a breeze.
"This," she explained, "is a path. Follow it and you shall be in heaven at last." She turned to leave, but the child called out to her and begged her to stay.
"Please stay," She cried. "It's so dark out here, and if you were here looking over us...we wouldn't be so lost and afraid."
Unable to resist the child's sweet demeanor, the goddess agreed. Because of the goddess' help, humans are able to see at night, and whenever a lost soul needs it, the northern lights can guide them to heaven.
We had to write a Native American myth explaining something (my friend Kyle did how the refridgerator came to be, lol) and this is what I came up with. Enjoy!))*****
There lived a family of four in a small village just north of the great mountain range: a mother, father and two beautiful little girls, the youngest being of only seven summers. One horrible day there was a fire in the family's hut, and the youngest daughter died in the fierce blaze. They were stricken by grief, but because the winter frost was quickly approaching the little girl's parents didn't have sufficient time to conduct the ceremonial ritual that would take her soul to heaven. So, the child remained on Earth.
Though she desperately wanted to live and be with her family once again, the little girl, possessing more wisdom than many children her age knew this wasn't possible. Instead, she decided to travel to the shrine of a much revered goddess to seek her assistance. Because she was now a living spirit, the child required neither nourishment nor sleep. She made the long journey across the vast countryside in five days, stopping only to admire the gentle descent of the sun and wait for it to replace the ink black of night.
The little girl arrived at twilight and lit some candles to see by, before kneeling in prayer before a magnificient silver and gold replica of the great goddess. It wasn't long before the girl felt a presence with her, and she stood and turned her fair head to the dark sky. The goddess was truly a celestial sight: the entire expanse of the sky was her long raven hair, her dress was a million bright gems that cast tiny pinpricks of light across the land.
"Little spirit," the goddess declared, her voice soft and kind. "I have heard your prayer. I can help you, but first you must help me. I have lost one of my jewels. Can you see it anywhere?"
The little girl searched all around, in the high grass, in the goddess' shrine and finally in the nearby ocean. There, in the mouth of an oyster: a pearl! Surely this was the jewel the goddess had lost? She hurried back to the shrine and held out the gem.
"My, how exquisite! I think I like this better than my real jewel!" She fastened it in her ear where it sat high in the sky, glowing beautifully.
"Thank you, little spirit. Now I shall help." The goddess then waved her pale hand and red and green lights danced through her hair like ribbons on a breeze.
"This," she explained, "is a path. Follow it and you shall be in heaven at last." She turned to leave, but the child called out to her and begged her to stay.
"Please stay," She cried. "It's so dark out here, and if you were here looking over us...we wouldn't be so lost and afraid."
Unable to resist the child's sweet demeanor, the goddess agreed. Because of the goddess' help, humans are able to see at night, and whenever a lost soul needs it, the northern lights can guide them to heaven.
