Thursday, April 25, 2013

Vast, or How The Stars Came to Be

Very long ago, before The People walked the Earth, the Sun and the Moon ruled the skies.  The two faithfully stood guard, and their light kept the Dark emptiness of the Void from devouring the Earth.

The Sun was the Ruler of the Day; his benevolent rays extended in every direction around him.  All were warmed and heartened by his light, and the Darkness fled.

The Moon was much smaller than the Sun.  Her mild light was only strong enough to protect the Earth, not herself.  The Darkness often curled around the Moon hungrily; she felt very small and alone.

"I am very lonely," The Moon told the Sun one day as they passed.  The Sun loved the Moon very much, and he did not want her to be unhappy.  The Sun went to the Great Spirit.

"Please help the Moon," The Sun beseeched Him. "She is lonely, and I would do anything to see her happy once more."

The Great Spirit smiled at the selflessness of His Creation.  He broke off the rays of the sun, crushed them in his hands, and blew the fragments across the vast emptiness around the Earth.  The Void, and its darkness, retreated far away. Then the Great Spirit called the new fragments lighting the sky Stars, and he healed the Sun so his rays once more extended all around him.

When the Moon Rose the next evening, she was delighted to find the many millions of stars sparkling around her, and the Darkness gone.  She would never be lonely again, the Stars told her.  Now the Stars shine their laughter each night, and the Moon beams with happiness. 


***I was thinking about the prompt yesterday during our state's annual standardized torture testing, and this story sprang to mind.  I don't know if there are any Native American folktales about the Sun, Moon, and Stars, but if there are, any similarities to my story are completely accidental.  And I even had some pictures to upload, but Evernote is apparently "offline", so...no pictures.  Which is probably good--I am no artist!

Mamakat's Prompt:
2.) Write a blog post inspired by the word: Night.

Mama’s Losin’ It

12 comments:

  1. So sensational I can see it!! Don't let ANYONE tell you that you can't write!!

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    1. Oh Red! When you write about Oz, it's as if I am right there with you. Especially when you visit the bakeries! You're my inspiration, Lady!

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  2. I loved this story. You told it beautifully. Now I understand. ;-)
    Francene.
    A - Z Challenge
    http://francene-wordstitcher.blogspot.co.uk/

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    1. Thank you so much for reading! It means a lot that you liked my story.

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  3. Very good. A post to match a meme. I haven't managed that. This was lovely.

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    1. Thank you! I am glad that you liked it.

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  4. LOVE this. Find yourself an illustrator and you have a children's book right here.

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  5. Brilliant. Wonderfully, brilliant and boy would I love to see this as a children's book. Well done, love!

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    1. Thank you! I appreciate your compliment very much!

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  6. Charming!

    I agree, it would make a great children's story.

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