There was once a land, ruled by a King, who had, but the one child, a daughter, who he brought up to rule after him. Now, this young woman was as wise as she was beautiful, and she was as beautiful as the Dawn. And she loved more than anything, to sit in the gardens of her father’s castle with all her maids and while away a summer’s afternoon in the welcoming shade of an old beach tree. And this they did, for day after day, week after week, month after month as rumours of her beauty spread throughout her father’s land.
The Sun and Moon light up our skies. The Sun’s golden rays fill the sky from dawn to dusk and then as the Sun begins to set, the Moon rises and takes his place, filling the sky with her silver light. Every night as the Sun slides from the sky, he would look across at the Moon and sigh. For you see, the poor Sun was lonely, up there in the sky. The Moon has stars to talk to, but who does the Sun have? No-one.
Long ago, when the world began, before the Humans came… There was nothing but Winter, and Winter had spread far across the land. The trees were bowed down with snow, the leaves were brown and the few berries and fruit that grew, soon withered and died. The rivers and lakes were ice, and those that lived in them suffered and many of them died.
In the beginning, when the world began, the Sun and the Moon were the best of friends. But, once they both had children, their friendship began to falter. As the two cots, one golden, one silver, stood side by side, Sun looked down and said “Oh, they look so perfect together! It is as if they were made for each other!
I think, that when they grow up, they should marry each other!”
Long ago, according to the people of Lithuania… The Sun and the Moon were the best of friends. They were inseparable. Wherever Sun went, Moon followed. Wherever Moon went, Sun followed. Everything they did, they did side by side. Time passed and they decided to get married, of course. But it was no ordinary wedding.
Imagine, that there is a prairie that stretches as far as the eye can see… With tall, golden grass that rustles gently in the breeze. And above the grass, there is the endless blue of the sky. And in the middle of that prairie, there is a circle of tents. And in the middle of circle of tents, there is a fire. And sat round the fire, are the people, the first people of America. And they are talking, laughing, singing, drumming around the fire as the flames dance into the sky.
Long ago, It was said that of all the Nations of America, that the people of the Abenaki Nation were the best at hunting. As soon as the children were old enough to walk, they learned to walk so softly upon the ground, their feet never made a sound. As soon as they could hold a bow, they learnt to hunt and to kill with just one shot of an arrow. And it was said that the greatest hunter of them all, was Chief M’Sarrto, who’s name means Morning Star.
In the far far East of England, there lies a very special land, the marsh-land, a strange place that is somewhere between land and sea. And those who go into the marsh-land will only go when there is light. For without any light – it is very difficult to see the difference between a safe path and unsafe bog – is very small indeed.