DE: Once, long ago...

[bjornwilde]

 For today's DE, I am going with a neat writing prompt I came across on Tumblr. Pick one or more!

Write a myth to explain:
...why the sun rises and sets.
...why leaves change color.
...why the sky is blue.
...why we are born and why we die.
...why the grass is green.
...where human beings come from.
...why birds fly and fish swim.
...thunder.
...lightning.
...why tsunamis happen.
...why it snows.
...why flowers lose their leaves.
...why snakes have no legs.
...where we go when we die.
...why volcanoes erupt.
...why the moon changes shape.
...how bees got their stings.
...why droughts happen.
...why people are different colors.
...the tides.

Comments

[bjornwilde]

You ask why people are different colors, child? It is because the Gods have many stories to tell.
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Once there were two loves who lived for none but themselves. Day in and day out, they would bask in the glow and praise of the other. Eventually, they grew wearisome for their village and so, as a joke, they were separated and taken to different parts of the jungle.

What no one knew was that neither lover was very good at navigating and that is why thunder and lightning are always looking for the other, yelling or flashing in hopes of being reunited. And no matter how hard wind and rain and all the other villagers try to bring the two back together, they never quite make it.

[whatisastiles]

The tides happen because of the moon, just like werewolves, but with fewer claws.

Which is a good thing really, cause imagine you're at the beach with Lydia Martin, or some other hot girl, or guy, whatever floats your boat you know, and your makin out in the sand, cause the tide comes in and it bites you in the ass with the waves big pointy teeth. That'd suck. So. That's why we're glad Beacon Hills isn't coastal.

The end.

[gredya]

Sounds like it would be a good deal for the tide.

[gredya]

Why do birds fly and fish swim? Fine, you have a lot of questions. Gredya will tell you a story. Once the water was just water, empty, and the sky was empty too. This was the time of the first pack, before there were tribes. Just one big pack and they were hungry. They ate the big animals first, aurochs and wisent. Then horses and deer, and horses were smarter then. They were afraid of people and animals on two feet.

Then the pack ate the animals on two feet.

Then there was nothing left but the small animals. Rabbits and mice. And the pack was very big then, and very hungry. One day there were only three rabbits left. They were the fastest rabbits, the ones that ran away over and over again. But they were mother rabbits with bellies full of babies and now they were getting slow. So when the pack chased them, one rabbit jumped into the water and swam too far to chase. Some of the pack drowned and some were washed down the stream. The other rabbit ran until she had to leap off a cliff, and she kept flying, over the heads of the Wyr who fell and broke their necks. So that's fish, and that's birds.

The third rabbit ran right into another world, and the Wyr followed her as far as she could run.

[gredya]

((That's totally a lie though. Pretty sure most Wyr stories go "One time we were killing everything. That's it, that's the story. Fuck yeah werewolves."))

[death_gone_mad]

Haha

[death_gone_mad]

"Fine. Yes, the original human homeworld isn't this one. It's Teragard. But do you really think you can call Teragard home after you were born, you lived and you died here? After your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and many of your ancestors did the same and called this planet home? Teragard is not a warm welcoming world like this one. It is cold, nearly dead, kept alive by an abomination that devours the light of the stars. The people, too, are cold, and do not regard humans not born on Holy Teragard as truly human. The giant smurflord is their god, if you want to know what kind of people they are. And if you think that you can get out of this by saying you worship the smurflord, you are sorely mistaken. He is too busy attending to his precious lions, unicorns, centaurs, and angels to bother with a heathen human born on a heathen planet."

[venusadept_2]

Because I am a silly person, all stories of Weyard's far past must begin the same way:

Ages ago, or so the stories tell... ...the world was a calm and uniform place. Each element was distinct - Wind guarded Fire above from Water below, and Earth supported the whole.

But that was before the Djinn arrived. Each Djinni is an embodied aspect of its element, and their movement stirred the elements they passed through, raising and lowering them through each other. In their wanderings they created high mountains and deep seas, caves and islands and rivers. But Fire is not like the other elements - it is ephemeral; it will not be contained. That which was trapped under the ground strains to this day, always seeking an escape.

(I may well come back for others later on, perhaps with Fluttershy as well.)

All of them

[fry_sandhu]

Gandalf did it.