Kwakiutl Short Story
A pleasant village of loving Kwakiutls once resided near the coasts of the magnificent ocean, the Pacific. The cozy village was prosperous, for their waters were blessed with an abundance of salmon, and each being in the village donned in cloaks of riches woven by Mother Earth herself. For hundreds of peaceful moons, the people of this village operated cooperatively, with kind hearts and content minds.
But alas, darkness loomed over, and an age of darkness began. As if an omen has been cast upon the fearful occupants of the fertile land, the skies clouded over with murky swirls of chaos and evil. The thick, unmoving obsidian-like blocks in the heavens above caged the glowering rays of the faithful sun. The villagers prayed and wept to the …show more content…
The minute it’s talons met the icy ground, it began to whirl and transform. Gold, scarlet, and chestnut colours spiralled; taller and taller the figure grew. The people watched in bewilderment; where the bird once landed, now stood a ravishing young maiden. Her face was shielded by a basket hat, and her mountain goat skin shawl danced about in the harsh wind.
The Kwakiutl chief, Pure River, stepped forward to greet their enchanted guest.
“Who are you?” He offered.
The maiden looked up. The people saw at once that she was a descendant of a Great One, for her eyes contained the passion of a raging inferno. Her fiery orbs were determined and brave, yet also contained gentleness and grace.
Her voice was like the trickling streams of Spring. “I am Ala, daughter of the sun. I have come to help you.”
The crowd stood in silence and awe. Her aura of power and beauty mesmerized the villagers.
Then, like the deltas after rainfall, the Kwakiutl people flooded the sun daughter with questions.
“What has happened to your father?”
“Why did this happen?”
“How come our prayers were never answered?”
“What do we do
But alas, darkness loomed over, and an age of darkness began. As if an omen has been cast upon the fearful occupants of the fertile land, the skies clouded over with murky swirls of chaos and evil. The thick, unmoving obsidian-like blocks in the heavens above caged the glowering rays of the faithful sun. The villagers prayed and wept to the …show more content…
The minute it’s talons met the icy ground, it began to whirl and transform. Gold, scarlet, and chestnut colours spiralled; taller and taller the figure grew. The people watched in bewilderment; where the bird once landed, now stood a ravishing young maiden. Her face was shielded by a basket hat, and her mountain goat skin shawl danced about in the harsh wind.
The Kwakiutl chief, Pure River, stepped forward to greet their enchanted guest.
“Who are you?” He offered.
The maiden looked up. The people saw at once that she was a descendant of a Great One, for her eyes contained the passion of a raging inferno. Her fiery orbs were determined and brave, yet also contained gentleness and grace.
Her voice was like the trickling streams of Spring. “I am Ala, daughter of the sun. I have come to help you.”
The crowd stood in silence and awe. Her aura of power and beauty mesmerized the villagers.
Then, like the deltas after rainfall, the Kwakiutl people flooded the sun daughter with questions.
“What has happened to your father?”
“Why did this happen?”
“How come our prayers were never answered?”
“What do we do