Post by Lady Aluro on Feb 5, 2014 22:06:10 GMT -5
My grandmother told me a story when I was young. I've taken this story to heart since she passed on, and have tried to live by it's lesson.
Once upon a time, there was a vast savanna. Many animals lived on this savanna, all of them thriving because of the large watering hole. The pride of lions that lived nearby allowed everyone to go to this watering hole. There was always enough water to go around, so the animals had no reason to fight. When the dry season came, the watering hole began to dry up. This was normal for the dry season, however, so the lions weren't concerned. When the dry season stretched on longer than usual, the pride became restless. The two males who ran this pride had different views on what they should do. The elder male, a stubborn lion set in his ways, said that the pride shouldn't allow the other animals to use the watering hole until the rainy season came once again. The younger male, a well-traveled lion with an adaptable personality, thought that the pride should just move on until they reached the large river to the far north. The two lions were so opposed to each other that they went their separate ways. The pride, following their tradition of endurance, stayed with the elder male. They killed any other animal that attempted to drink from the shrinking watering hole, until they were the only animals left on the territory. The vultures circled over head, drawn by the scent of meat rotting under the blazing sun. The watering hole continued to shrink, and the lions began to fight among themselves for the remaining water. The elder male watched helplessly as his pride began to fall apart before him. Soon, he was the only lion who remained, clinging stubbornly to the hope that the rainy season would come once again and turn the mud hole back into the vast waters that it used to be. Eventually, the water ran out, and the elder male died of hunger and thirst. The day after he died, the rains finally came, and the younger male returned. Seeing the corpses, the young male left the territory once again. This time, never to return. He told the story of the pride, of how it fell because of it's senselessness. Those who listened learned that some traditions are meant to be broken.
My name is Leone Damien Kyvak, and I was born into a large, hard-working family with a rich history and a strong sense of tradition. This is my story.
Once upon a time, there was a vast savanna. Many animals lived on this savanna, all of them thriving because of the large watering hole. The pride of lions that lived nearby allowed everyone to go to this watering hole. There was always enough water to go around, so the animals had no reason to fight. When the dry season came, the watering hole began to dry up. This was normal for the dry season, however, so the lions weren't concerned. When the dry season stretched on longer than usual, the pride became restless. The two males who ran this pride had different views on what they should do. The elder male, a stubborn lion set in his ways, said that the pride shouldn't allow the other animals to use the watering hole until the rainy season came once again. The younger male, a well-traveled lion with an adaptable personality, thought that the pride should just move on until they reached the large river to the far north. The two lions were so opposed to each other that they went their separate ways. The pride, following their tradition of endurance, stayed with the elder male. They killed any other animal that attempted to drink from the shrinking watering hole, until they were the only animals left on the territory. The vultures circled over head, drawn by the scent of meat rotting under the blazing sun. The watering hole continued to shrink, and the lions began to fight among themselves for the remaining water. The elder male watched helplessly as his pride began to fall apart before him. Soon, he was the only lion who remained, clinging stubbornly to the hope that the rainy season would come once again and turn the mud hole back into the vast waters that it used to be. Eventually, the water ran out, and the elder male died of hunger and thirst. The day after he died, the rains finally came, and the younger male returned. Seeing the corpses, the young male left the territory once again. This time, never to return. He told the story of the pride, of how it fell because of it's senselessness. Those who listened learned that some traditions are meant to be broken.
My name is Leone Damien Kyvak, and I was born into a large, hard-working family with a rich history and a strong sense of tradition. This is my story.
