The Legend of the Leaves
The palace shone with gold and bronze statues, depicting the gods themselves.
“We must have that palace to ourselves,” said the human leader, Sarah. “We will drive the gods out of the palace and live in it. We shall climb the volcano. Assemble the Warriors!”
People rushed off to gather the Warriors, the strongest men and women in the colony.
Sarah and the Warriors climbed the steep volcano to the god’s palace.
Sheggera, the eldest god, spotted them coming before they were even halfway up the volcano.
She shouted to the other gods: “The humans are coming to attack us!”
The gods rushed into the room.
“You are right, Sheggera. They have come to attack us. My son was right. We must take away what we have given them,” Civerous spoke up. “If they attack us, we will fight back.”
And the humans did attack.
And the gods did fight back.
A great war began, gods on one side, humans on the other.
It waged on for many years until the gods came to a decision.
“We shall use the last of our strength to drive them down the volcano. At whatever costs,” Allegro, the wisest of the gods, said in a set tone.
“Aye!” said all the gods in unity.
“It is decided then,” said Sheggera. “We will drive them down the volcano!”
And so the gods used the last of their strength. They piled it together and strained and sweat.
The volcano shuddered with power as hot lava started to come together into a big glob.
The human army stopped and stared at the lava spilling over the side of the volcano, heading straight for them. They screamed, dropped their weapons, and bolted down the volcano.
Civerous yelled after them: “Because of your ignorance, we shall take away what we have given to you. Once a year, we will take away your greatest resource—leaves! And in that time, you will be without clothes, without shelter! This was caused by you!”
The humans retreated down the volcano and never set foot there again.
The gods, however, died at the top of the volcano that day, having used up all of their remaining strength.
And so it is that every year, in the coldest days, trees lose their leaves. And so it is that the gods are no more.