Rainsong and the Five Great Lakes

Alright, here is a short story that was written as an assignment. I thought I’d post it for fun, remember, it’s a tall tale and so it’s not supposed to be in any way realistic. Now that that’s been covered, I hope you like it! Enjoy!

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           Large drops of water pounded against the paper-thin walls of the straw hut, and the icy wind was cold enough to freeze the burning sun. In the corner of the room, Rainsong scurried around the small den, gathering logs for a fire. Unlike the others who were shivering to death in the confines of the tiny space, Rainsong felt at ease with the cold air. You see, Rainsong was different from everyone else- she was immortal.

             Rainsong would do anything for her tribe, and she had no limits. The girl had braved the Appalachian Mountains to get her starving people food, she had raced across the hot and moist valleys in search of goods for her people, and time didn’t matter fore she never aged. It was believed that Rainsong was old enough to have seen the creation of the Earth, and that she was a missing piece of heaven. No matter what sicknesses the white men brought, she never fell ill. Swords and daggers would shatter against her skin, and bullets just bounced back. Though anyone that gazed down upon the girl would never guess of her abilities. Rainsong was a small, thin girl, with tiny hands and stature. Her black wavy hair cascaded down her back like the water from the falls, and her green eyes were bright enough to blind a thousand men.

            A banging sound erupted in the distance. The ear-splitting noise had sounded like the destruction of the tallest mountain-as if it were splitting in half and collapsing against the ground’s rough terrain. Rainsong stood calm against the others wild fear.

           “Shush,” she whispered. As she disappeared out the door, her shadow danced gracefully against the walls.

           Nightmare-Rainsong’s cat-stood up in one swift movement and hurried to follow after the immortal. The cat’s coat was as black as the midnight sky, and its eyes were the same brilliant shade green. It was said that the cat was Rainsong’s familiar, but the girl never spoke of the subject.

            Rainsong hurried over to the edge of the cliff and looked down upon the many valleys. At the bottom of the mountain, a large group of white men were setting up camp in preparation for the long night. The tribe didn’t like this, and they begged Rainsong to make them go away. Of course she agreed, and with no further instruction, Rainsong fell to her knees.

            Beneath the moon’s watchful eyes, Rainsong called to her being, three of the five elements. “Earth, wind, water, and moon, please aid me in my magic on this cold and dreary night,” her voice was soft and enchanting, but it was strong and powerful as well-it was a voice no one would ever dare challenge.

            The furious sky darkened and the wind whipped like chains against the mountain. Wind howled as Rainsong asked for it’s assistance, growing louder and louder as the seconds passed. Soon, it became so strong, that it ripped through the valleys and blew the men dozens of miles to the north. Ensuring that the odd men would stay where they were, Rainsong called Earth to capture their feet in the ground of the distant mountain. Then, with what little energy she had left, Rainsong called to Water.

          The element seemed to laugh as it pulled some of itself away from the ocean. The water then evaporated into the air, creating icy black storm clouds that smirked at the land below. Wind carried the clouds over to the surrounding valleys, staying clear of the mountain its self, and with one giant roar the rain poured from the sky.

            For weeks the rain continued mercilessly, filling the deep valleys more and more each day until at last it was over. The tribe raced out of their huts and grinned into the gorgeous sunlight. As the people celebrated they began to notice the massive differences in the land. For hundreds of miles, and thousands of feet the rainwater stretched. Astounded, the tribe remained standing still with shock on their small island.

            Suddenly, cheers went up in the air and the true celebration began. While the tiny children splashed in the water and the men and woman thanked Rainsong, the sun rose high in the distance like a red-hot fireball. The bright light cascaded down from the sky and glittered off of what we now know as the Five Great Lakes. Though the events that took place that night long ago seem truly unbelievable, I can assure you that they are in everyway absolute.