|Kivi and the Mountain God
“Thanks,” Kivi told her as he climbed atop his rock to
Vaairre’s grumbling in hopes of learning a few of the ancient
secrets, but try as he might his voice was too faint for him to hear
the ancient god faded into the distance.
|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
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.
“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.