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Kivi and the Mountain God

The stillness of the primal forests broke with a rumble as the mountains grew ever taller and the chasms shrank ever deeper, a new well of water burst from the earth as Vaairre grumbled to himself  about his thirst, he than plunged his face into the water and took a long drink before continuing on his journey. The ancient forest god whispered his secrets so faintly that none could ever hear them but each secret spoken caused the world to change according his artistic tastes.
As he passed near Kivi, the rock felt himself being shaken from the soil. He slid with a crash down the side of the mountain towards the cliffs the god had caused to fall away. But before the rock could reach the edge the edge of the mountain The Forest Queen caught him against the side of her tree.

“Thanks,” Kivi told her as he climbed atop his rock to listen to Vaairre’s grumbling in hopes of learning a few of the ancient gods secrets, but try as he might his voice was too faint for him to hear the ancient god faded into the distance.
“I’ll be back,” Kivi told the Forest Queen.
“Be careful,” she told him, “Vaairre is wild and dangerous, if he thinks your spying on him there’s no telling what he’ll do.”
Don’t worry Kivi assured her, his curiosity greater than any fear he could feel as he leapt up into the trees above the forest god.
Each tree Kivi leapt on remained perfectly still keeping his secrets as he moved across their branches trying to get close enough to understand the mountain gods grumblings. After following the mountain god over a hundred miles Vaairie at last stopped for a moment. He dipped his hands into a mountain stream and felt the cold mountain water running passed before drinking deeply. As Vaairre drank he pondered the salmon which were trying to push their way up to a lake far above where he stood. A lake which was now to high for them to reach because he’d raised the mountains peak.
He looked around at the dull rock covered mountain side. A waterfall and a pool would be good here he grumbled as he pushed down on the side of the mountain causing it to crack and bend. He lay with the river for a time so that together they bore two children, a young serious minded pool named Raun Lois and a childish playful waterfall named  Ur-Jauzi. So beautiful were his new children that Vaairie settled there in an ancient grove of trees for a time to help raise them.

Kivi witnessed the beauty created with Vaairie’s grumblings and became ever more determined to steal the ancient gods secrets. As he watched Vaairie dot on his daughters he got an idea. Day grew to night and the moonlight tickled Ur-Jauzi like an obstinate aunt  while the little waterfall was trying to learn how to sing. The more serious Raun was resting in the form of a trout and their father was off wondering the mountains for a time. Seeing his chance Kivi crept out of the trees which had been keeping him hidden. Kivi gave the waterfall no greeting but instead started to sing of her beauty with the support of the forest around him.
Ur-Jauzi gave a soft giggle causing bubbles froth up and glow in the moonlight. She joined in with Kivi’s song  but soon realized that she couldn’t sing as well as he, so she began to pout.
“Why’d you stop singing?” Kivi asked the waterfall.
“I’m not very good,” Ur-Jauzi told him sadly.
“You have a beautiful voice,” Kivi assured her gently, “you just have to learn how to use it properly.”
“Could you teach me?” Ur-Jauzi asked gleefully as she grabbed Kivi’s arm.
“Of course,” Kivi laughed slyly  as he led her into the forest where he helped her learn how to sing with the help of the trees. For three years he and the trees trained her in the art of song until at last she seemed ready.

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