It is always best to start a story at its beginning.
Far away, in lands far beyond the sky, during a time before the people began to count days, there was a fierce storm. The storm was dark and violent, and many people drowned in the great floods. Their homes were washed away, and only the people who lived very high on the mountains lived after the storm finally left, and the days were counted.
For fifty years, the water did not go away, and memories of the land below the water faded into old stories. Another fifty years, and the people thought there were only the rocky places they lived, and forgot there were other people anywhere. They had no boats and the waters were too deep to swim fearlessly through. Read the rest of this entry »