Dark times... Ca- Even for myself.
I had created a perfect world. It has given me much pride to create it. Yes it was a bit dark before I restored it to it's bright brilliant beauty.
Man had roamed on the earth for quiet some time, enjoying my refreshing rivers and walking on the ground of the wing crafted ground. Now it was dark, everyone relied on touch and sound over sight.
The forests were that of pine, built sturdy and tall, the smell was breathtaking. The vegetation and plants grew thick past your knees and the river was refreshing. But they could never "feast their eyes" on the beauty that I had created.
You might think that I would not be one to overlook this, but it was different then. I was just to excited that I had created such a perfect Earth.
It took me a while to see the flaw. After bashing into trees and losing enough feathers to dark objects in my way during flight. I wanted it to have light, a source to put a stop of tripping over myself. Well, eventually I was able to steal the shiny I had to placed in the sky.
Athabaskan Tribe land
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