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Myyrnin Creation Myth

In the beginning there was no world like we live on 

today. There was a great void that stretched from one 

end of the Universe to the next. In the middle of this 

void was a single flower. It sat upon a block of dirt and 

levitated in the very center of the Universe. The flower 

was unlike ant we have ever seen on our planet today. 

It had petals the color of the sky at sunrise, and it rose 

mightily into the void, making everything seem a bit 

less gloomy.

One day, a small drop of dew rolled down on of the 

petals and lonaded on the dirt. from this first dew 

drop came a man. He looked aaround, and saw the 

beautiful flower from whence he came. Suddenly, a 

second dew drop fell creating a woman. 

Both the man and the woman looked around, but 

they could make nothing out in the great void. They 

did not know what to do when the flower's gentle 

voice spoke to them. She said, "Take some of my 

dirt and fashion yourselves a world, for I have 

created you to be creators of life. Because the dew 

rolled on my petals you have been given a bit of my 

essence, and with that essence you must make a 

world for people to live on."

The man and the woman were astonished to hear 

this, but they began the flower's bidding right away. 

The man tore off a chunk of dirt from the block and 

stretched it out until it was a great big orb. He then 

took a few dew drops from the leaves on the stem of 

the flower and made the oceans. 

At this time the world was bleak and brown, with the 

ocean being the only color. The flower was pleased to 

see that such a wonderful world had been made in the 

void, but she knew it lacked something. The man and 

the woman were depressed at its plainness, until the 

flower spoke up. 

"This world is not yet fit to live in," she said. "I want 

you to take of my stem and make a likeness of me in 

the earth. Then, I want you to take my petals and 

create a sky." 

The man and the woman understood she was willing to 

give up her life in order to complete the creation of the 

world, but they tried to convince her otherwise. They 

told her she was too beautiful to sacrifice, but she 

would not listen.

The man and the woman were very sad, but they did 

what she told them to do. They created a beautiful sky 

from her petals. The woman wove the trees and the 

grass and the flowers from her stem. She crafted each 

blade ever so carefully in honor of the flower that gave 

her life for the world's creation. The flowers she made 

especially beautiful, so that every time someone looked 

upon them, they were filled with happiness. 

When they were done the only thing left of the flower was 

the bare head that once held those beautiful petals. They did 

not know what to do with it when the man had a wonderful 

idea. 

"To honor the flower, we should place the head above our 

world so it may always be seen. It will always remind of her 

love and grace."

Together they placed the head above the earth and started 

to leave when one of the woman's tears fell upon it. 

Suddenly, the ball erupted with light and became what we 

know as The Sun. Only with tears of love could this miracle 

have happened. Today, we still remember the beautiful 

flower who gave her live so the world could be complete. (624 

words)

Wren

One day the King of Myyrnin was having a feast in the 

Great Hall. He was celebrating his fiftieth year in reign. 

He invited everyone to the dinner because he was a 

very friendly king. In fact, the people loved him so 

much thay even brought him food to his banquet! 

Now it happened on this day that the evil Gryshh was 

riding into town. Gryshh was known throughout the 

land as one of the most fearsome and evil men alive. 

On his belt he wore the fingers of his dead victims. His 

helmet was inlaid with all sorts of bones. Some were 

animal, but others seemed gruesomely human. He was 

not someone you would ever want to meet alive. He 

rode through the countryside of Myyrnin hoping to find 

at least one unlucky person to kill, but there was 

nobody about. He looked in each home, but found them 

strangely empty. Being a man with a quick mind, he 

soon procured information as to where everyone was 

from a nearby pig boy. Feeling in the mood for some 

killing, Gryshh decided to visit the King's little feast.

Attending the feast was the King's only daughter, 

Wrenalor. Everyone called her Wren for short. Ahe was 

very beautiful and was courted by many regal princes, 

but the man she loved was just a poor commoner. 

Wren was known by some as Wind Girl because of her 

powers of manipulation over the wind. She was sitting 

next to her father when Gryshh burst through the 

doors. At the sight of him all the guests began to 

quake in their seats, for they knew his terrible 

reputation. 

"What is it you want Gryshh? You must know that you are not 

welcome in my kingdom," said the King as he stood up from 

his chair.

"Dear old King, I am only here to do a bit of killing, if you 

would be so kind as to let me." He grinned evilly as he spoke 

this.

The poor king did not know what to do. He knew he must 

protect his people, but he was not skilled in fighting and he 

knew if he tried to take on Gryshh he would die. He began to 

despair when Gryshh spoke up again. 

"I can see you are scared, King. Because I am a fair 

man I will challenge one of your best men in a duel. If 

he wins, I will leave but it he looses I get to fight 

another."

Before the King could consent to this a young man 

from the village jumped up and said, "I will fight my 

Lord! I am not scared of his rough talk and haggard 

appearance." The young man grabbed his word and 

pointed it at Gryshh, but before he could make the first 

move he was stabbed in the heart by Gryshh. Gryshh 

smiled very condescendingly, like you might smile at a 

young child who was getting on your nerves. The 

young man's friend was enraged and tried to stab 

Gryshh from behind, but he was also slain. While this 

was going on no one saw the small tears on Wren's 

face.

Children began to cry and the parents wept for their 

sons. Wren watched all of this with a white face. She 

knew she could not let her father die in a duel, and she 

could not bear it if more people died. Before she knew 

what she was doing she stood up and called to Gryshh, 

"I shall fight you. You are but the scum on the bottom 

of a pond, and I shall defeat you."

Everyone at Myyrnin knew of Wren's special powers, 

but obviously Gryshh did not. He grinned happily as 

Wren stepped up without a weapon to fight him. He 

thought it was going to be an easy kill, but when a gust 

of wind swept him off him feet he was utterly surprised. 

He tried to get up, but the wind held him down. From 

that moment he knew he had lost.

Wren stabbed her blade through his heart and began 

to cry. She dropped her sword and ran out the door. 

She was sad that she had just killed a man, even if he 

was an evil man. She was also sad because one of the 

men that was killed by Gryshh had been the man she 

hoped to marry. Now all hope for love was gone. The 

wind swirled around her until she was lifted up into the 

air. Her tears changed her into a small brownish bird. 

She flew away, forever reminded of her hatred for evil 

with the dull brown feathers. So ends the story of the 

first Wren.

Kenan the Goat Herder

In a rural area of Myyrnin there lived a young goat herder of 

about 17 years old. His name was Kenan. Kenan had no 

desire to enter the army. He was quite content watching the 

goats everyday from dusk till dawn. It was not just goats he 

loved, but all animals. He would sit and listen to the birds 

sing, the crickets chirp, and the squirrels bound across the 

meadow in search of food. One day he saw an old woman 

walking out of the woods near his goats. Not wanting the 

old woman to scatter his goats he walked to her and asked 

if he could help her find her way home. She looked at him 

and smiled a toothless grin. 

    “Why yes, good boy you can help me. I cannot seem to 

find my cottage that is in the forest. I am afraid I am 

becoming quite forgetful as of late.” 

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