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The Mythology of Beardsgaard ~ III ~ The Making of Rodensia ~ .v

Posted on June 20 2016

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v. The Making Of Rodensia

The rodents that lived in the Great Tree of Eredh had never seen its like. All nibbling of nuts and berries halted when Kevin the Rainbow Flying Gerbil hovered against the sun, wings dappling the leaves and grass in a sparkling prism. His squeak boomed across the clearing, and this is what he spoke:

“Venerable fuzzy things of Eredh! I have traveled far, and seen with mine own eyes the terrors of the lands beyond the meadow. The privileged of us here know nothing of those that hunt us outside of this place. The creator made our nature meek and fearful, but although we have enjoyed shelter, our brethren in the rest of the world are still hunted for food.

But now, I, Kevin, hath returned to you imbued with the power of the gods. A new day has dawned for rodent-kind. No more will we live small lives, hidden away from the world, safe in our tree, while our people suffer. We will reclaim this land for the small and fuzzy folk and cast down the snakes, cast down the eagles, and as I, your new deity declare, cast down the creator itself”

His rodent kin stared at him blankly. But as they looked, their eyes began to swim in the rainbow rays thrown from his wings.

Small at first and gathering strength, a small roar of approval rippled through the crowd. ‘Interesting,’ Kevin thought. ‘That should not have been so easy.’

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