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The Story of our Beginnings*
*The Survivors’Äô myths were never recorded in writing and were always distributed orally.
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝOur great green island, provider of sustenance, provider of earthly pleasures, was all a great gift from the wonderful goddess of Abbey.
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝAbbey created the earth, she created all out of want for a connection to give and watch a creation grow and develop.
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝThe great Abbey created the earth from her own flesh and from her own flesh came her first born son. Abbey birthed her son in her own earth and from this birth not only came her first born son, but also afterbirth, which formed a great tree. A tree of life. From this tree Abbey would provide all that was needed to live, she wanted her children to live and enjoy her presence. Abbey then gave birth to twins, a daughter and a son, fathered by herself and her first born. Abbey almost died during childbirth and her first born son, so ill with grief, threw himself off of the great tree of life. The blood of her first born son made the tree grow stronger. Abbey recovered and raised her twins and finally went back to the heavens to be with her son. Her twins missed her dearly, but Abbey supplied what they needed through the tree of life which also enabled them to speak with Abbey.
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝFor years, the family of the great earth grew, but the tree began to be disrespected. It was not tended to and its fruit was taken for granted. People ate too freely from the tree, taking more than what was needed to sustain life. The tree suffered and soon so did the people. It wasn’Äôt until a greedy man, who climbed to the top of the tree to take one of the last pieces of fruit from the tree, fell off of the tree and died, did the tree start to flourish again. It was the sacrifice of life that allowed the tree to be rejuvenated and along with it, our people.
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The Tale of our Survival
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝOur island at one time had many people. The island was full of Abbey’Äôs children, just as she had intended. Though the island was full of Abbey’Äôs offspring, many of the inhabitants neglected to respect Abbey and the lush world she had created for them. Abbey, though being in the heavens, was looking down on all of her children at all times. She could see everything. Every time one of her children would neglect her green luscious gardens, Abbey would feel neglected herself. Every time one of her children would destroy part of the island for out of greed and desire for personal gain, Abbey would feel greatly pained. Despite all the great pain that was inflicted upon the great Abbey, she still loved her children. Though like any good mother, Abbey intended on having her children learn from their mistakes. Abbey began to provide fewer and fewer resources for her children. Abbey created a created a great drought to kill much of the plants and animals on the island. She did not take so much away as to kill her children, she gave the island just enough resources to sustain her children as long as they lived modestly. The most grateful of her children, lived within their means and respected the earth and the resources Abbey had provided them with. The greedy children on the other hand, began to fight over the limited resources, slowly killing each other off for more. The only ones to survive were the meekest of Abbey’Äôs children. Her children that respected the gifts she provided them with were able to survive. Abbey’Äôs love then grew even greater for her most pure children, her children not tarnished by want or greed.
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝAbbey then ended the drought and returned her island to its former state. She wanted to reward the survivors of the drought in some way. She decided to provide them with a new plant, one that would give them great ecstasy and allow them to further enhance other earthly pleasures which they already enjoyed. It also served as a stronger medium of communication for her children to reach Abbey.
¬Ý¬Ý¬Ý¬ÝAfter the drought, the island became a much better place. Abbey had eradicated greed and evil from her island so that her true children should enjoy it.
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