Post #9

Creation Story of the Stars and Light; Retold

As I fly through the world, alive and new, I notice just how dreary a world without light is. I feel as though I am deprived, and I rightfully should have light to enjoy. I hear from another little bird that atop a hill sits a hut, where a wealthy man and his daughter live. This man possesses three precious bags containing the stars, moon, and sun. Hearing of this, I devise a plan to infiltrate the house and gain the previous gifts for my enjoyment. 

My plan is full proof; turn myself into a speck of dust, land in the drink of the daughter, and be born into the world as a raven child and aquire the bags through whatever means necessary. I turn myself into the particle and go into the daughter's water. She drinks me unknowingly, impregnating herself with me, the raven child. 

Born into the world, I am helpless and immobile. The new grandfather is very doting to me, which should make my job much more manageable. I see the three purple, supple bags sitting atop the high shelf, which is much out of my reach (curse this lack of height and mobility!), and so I sit down, and cry. The grandfather rushes over to me, grabbing the first bag and placing it on the floor in front of me. I had to cause quite a ruckus, but I still got the bag! Now, the moment I have been waiting for. I giggle, and open the bag. . .the stars fling out and fly through the smoke hole. 

Feeling confident in my success, I decide to cry for the next. The grandfather doesn't hurry over to me this time, so I cry louder. This hurries things up and brings him right over, practically throwing the next bag at me just so I will stop my crying. Again with a giggle, I immediately open the bag and send the moon out along with the stars through the smoke hole. The grandfather looks a little pale from worry, but that doesn't stop me from crying for the last bag. 

As I begin to cry, the grandfather looks at me, then at the bag, then at me, and finally grabs the bag and placed it in my lap. I know why he hesitated, as this bag contains the sun. Before I open this bag, I stop and realize what I am truly possessing; the sun! I want this for myself, and I will release it when I want. My mind made up, I transform into my pure white raven self and fly out of the smoke hole, bag in beak. I have accomplished my deed, and have gotten a reward out of it. I decide that I will keep this sun to myself, and fly to my hearts content with the sun in my possession.

Post #8

Creation Story of the Stars and Light: Resolution

After I was given the last precious bag, I did not open it and release the sun into the world through the smoke hole the way I previously did with the stars and moon. Instead, I took this bag and flew out of the smoke hole, selfishly keeping the sun for myself. I later did release the sun, but that is another story for another day.

Post #7

Creation Story of the Stars and Light: Climax

The climax of this myth occurs near the end of this event, when the last straw was dealt and the father of me, the raven child, had one velvety bag left, sitting on his proud shelf in his home; the bag containing the sun. I had already proceeded to make a fuss and convince the man to give me two of the prized bags containing the stars. There was much reluctance in this, as I have already opened the previous bags and sent the stars flying out of the house through the smoke hole. But, yet, I managed to cause such a ruckus with continuous crying (I was only a small child) that the man had no choice but to give in and take down the last bag for my amusement. I took this and instead of immediately opening it, I escaped through the smoke hole in my true form and took off. 

Post #6

Creation Story of the Stars and Light: Conflicts

In this particular myth, the conflict that arises is that the earth is without light, and one man is withholding the powerful gifts. The earth does not have the sun, moon, or stars to look upon, as they are being withheld by the man in his home, sitting on a shelf. Because of this, I had to come into his home in disguise and release the stars, moon, and sun back to their rightful places. After convincing the man to give me the stars, he reluctantly gave me the sun and I flew away with it! 

Post #5

Creation Story of the Stars and Light: Characters

When I took the sun and released the stars and moon into the world, there were not many involved; only a father, his daughter, and the child she bore that I took over. Both the father and the daughter had dark hair and a darker complexion, and the daughter had great beauty. I would even go as far to say she was the most beautiful of all. The child I reclaimed had raven black hair and eyes, still staying true to my true form. The father was kind hearted, as he wished to always keep me appeased, but he also was worrisome and almost vain. He worried that his daughter was ugly, and therefore kept the gift of light to himself for he was afraid to lay his eyes upon his beautiful daughter. The daughter herself was kind and lighthearted, but I never fully got to know her. 

Post #4

Creation Story of the Stars and Light: Setting

    

The setting of this story was atop a tall, grassy hill in a house built by the abundant wealth of a man who held the stars, moon, and sun in bags atop a high wooden shelf. After being born as a raven child (I will get into details later) I saw the dark purple bags containing the stars, moon, and sun from my low eye level sitting upon the cold wooden floor, dusty from the constant traffic of the man and his daughter. The house had a large smoke hole, dark and chalky from the familiar column of black air escaping out of the house. This house was very well built, with an earthy smell that emanated from the natural substances used to create the shelter. The bags containing the precious stars, moon, and sun were supple and soft, feeling of leather treated with care to possess the powerful gifts. The world was dark, and the night sky was empty of the twinkling lights it craved, the day sky empty of the warm glow of the sun. This would not be for long, as I will tell you, Pantheon, at a later time.

Post #3

As I am sure it is common knowledge to the whole Pantheon of Gods, I am depicted in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. In this poem, I am described as a very ominous and all knowing messenger to the speaker. Very dark and uneasy, almost like a trickster. We ravens are constantly associated with death and the unknown; it honestly gets old. 

In this film made by the mortals, I am seen as helping an evil sorceress to curse a beloved princess. Again, I am shown to be an evil character, menacing and possessing the qualities of a trickster. Not that far off from my true qualities, now is it?

Most recently, I was included in the book and television series, widely popular among the mortals, Game of Thrones. In this, I come to a character in a dream, delivering an ominous and direct warning of death and destruction. It seems all to common that I am affiliated with being a messenger of death among the mortals, which is very ironic as I brought the sun to their race! I am under appreciated around here.