Hopelf spoke in a way that reminded me of how Mom said legends had been passed from generation to generation by storytellers all over the world, especially by civilizations that did not have a written language. You know, prehistoric peoples. Hopelf spoke like he had memorized the story word for word. I guess you can do that when you hear a story over and over.
His story began at the very beginning, sort of once upon a time like, explaining creation along with the lifeways of the group he called the People. I don’t know that I had wanted to know quite so much about his people, but it quickly became fascinating. I listened without speaking (not dumbstruck this time, just listening) not wanting to interrupt as he told the tale of the People of the Long Valley with the Long Mountain.
“Our People came to this valley during the time of the Mother of All, the time out of mind. The Mother of All had finished creating the world, placing the animals on the Earth in order so each would be prey and be preyed upon. She created the many plants. Those to give shelter, those to give food, and those to give life to her creatures. She formed the People. She gave them and only them ideas.
“In exchange for the ideas, she took away their natural ability to hunt for food. They were prey. There was no animal they could kill, because they had not the strength, nor the skills. They did not know which plants to eat. She wanted them to use their ideas to feed themselves. But winter came. Her People were starving. So she used the last of her energy to create Tallilopka, her son. The God of the Stone.
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