A crackle sounds, and sparks fly out of the nuturing heat of the fire, and lands in the sand between the legs of the gathered. The elders have foretold that tonight they would tell stories of the world. They have just eaten, and it is dark when you step away from the fire. Thus it is signalled for the children to grow quiet. The oldest amongst them all, the grand-elder now speaks, his voice is dark, and rumbling, like the story he tells, it advents of a grand happening.

There is a pause, the children are quiet, the adults are captured, the elders are reminiscing. The grand-elder begins.

Long ago, before our fires were lit. Before the beasts were tamed, and we drank their milk, and ate their eggs. Before the first day was dawned. Before the seas were timid, they were unruly, they were 'Yma', mother of all monsters and snakes

The seas were coiling masses of monstrous strenght, their marks scoured the earth during the early hours of the world, even able to be seen to this day, mountains were flattened, valleys were scored. Yma sought to remake the world, she found it wretched, she saw her children were being massacred, and she could not stand it. . Roiling, rolling, tumultous, they were oh so near to complete their goal. What was once the land of plains, now had become their sought after sea. However Yma grew greedy, they sought too much. they sought even to scar the heaven. Their peaks slicing the clouds to reach higher, higher than the birds fly, higher than the wind dares go, and higher still.

At that moment a lightning strikes far away, as if in response to the retelling of that fateful time. The children yelp at the sudden flash, the parents try to comfort their childrens cries. Slowly, the thunder rolls over those present, urging the grand-elder to go on.

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"As now, so was then." The grand-elder continues.

'Karum' saw what Yma was after. He had for some time seen the destruction Yma had wrought upon the lands, and although he was smoldering with fury, he was forbidden by his father from interfering. Karum could only watch, and despair at the goings of the times. That was until Yma struck at heaven. For Karum knew that his duties as guardian of heaven meant he could strike down Yma should they dare to threaten his fathers realm.

Karum , after the first score was dealt upon heaven by Yma, struck down with all his fury. It lit up the world, that first strike, and the first day dawned. It was a battle that lasted 30 days and 30 nights, and with every moment, more of the world that had been created by Yma, was being destroyed again by Karum, their lightning and coiling waves struck at eachother repeatedly, the early hours was coming to an end, and after those 30 days and 30 nights of combat, Yma had been defeated. The world once more marked by the happening. Karum saw us, the weak and pitiful creatures, clinging to the backs of the trees who saved us from the claws of Yma, and he struck down once more. Giving us the gift which we still bear. He gifted us fire, so that we may drive back the monsters and the snakes, should Yma come to be once more.

You can clearly see the marks left behind from that battle, the bays and rivers, are the marks of Yma, the calderas and the bare mountains the signs of Karum. However the battle never ends, Yma still tries to rise up once and again, being signalled by the roiling of waves and the flooding of rivers. However Karum arrives to strike her down, time and time again. And Karum always wins.

Another lightning strikes, a reminder of those days long passed.