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Anywaysss, we had to make up our own creation mythology for my english class and im rly proud of it so im gonna share it here okay okay here we go :3
The Monarch and The Harpy
When the world came into being, it was divided into two halves- Night and Day. Night and Day had many children, of whom became the patrons of other aspects of life. One such child was Aves, the goddess of the avian species and all that flies.
Aves created many bird species, as many as she could think of. She carefully and delicately sculpted each creature with mud from the Mother Earth and clouds from the Father Sky, but her most beloved creation was the Monarch Bird. Aves blessed the Monarch bird with beautiful feathers made of amber, lined with tips of pure night. Stars twinkled in the edges of their wings, and the birds were adorned with crests of crowned jewels.
Aves adored her masterpiece of the Monarch. She sent it out unto the world to guard over the rest of the avian species that she had gifted with life. The Monarch was proud of its beauty, proud of its glamour and fame. The rest of the avian kingdom bowed to its glory, praising it for Aves' blessings.
But the fame got to the Monarch's head. It began to control the avian kingdom, bending all species to its will. It became greedy, and all birds that dared cross it were punished with their ability to fly being destroyed.
The avian kingdom was disheveled and in despair, with the remaining flocks too afraid to speak out against the Monarch's rule. They prayed to their patron goddess, begging for mercy. Aves heard her birds' pleas and was devastated. How could her most beloved creation become so destructive?
With a heavy heart, Aves created a new bird- the Harpy Eagle. Born from stormclouds and thunder, the Harpy was a strong and bold creature, it wouldn't dare back down from a fight. Its talons were knives, crafted from the sharpest and most precious earthen metals. Its feathers were the essence of fury itself, lightning crackling between its wings with each flap.
It was a monstrous bird. Aves herself was afraid of its existence, but she entrusted the eagle with faith. She blessed the stormbird with unmatched strength and willpower, hoping it would be enough to resist against the Monarch's reign.
Aves sent the stormbird to the lush forests and plains where the Monarch resided, ready to fulfill its newfound duty.
"You must end your reign," The Harpy commanded, "For our patron does not wish you to be in control any longer."
The Monarch scoffed. "And why must I? I have been blessed with power by Aves herself. I am her favorite creation."
When the Monarch refused to back down, the Harpy called upon its thunderous wings. Lightning crackled, surrounding the Monarch and its nested throne. The lush shrubbery around the throne wilted as thunder roared victoriously.
"I will only ask once," the Harpy declared. "Step down, and restore balance to the Avian kingdom."
The Monarch was frightened, but it was just as stubborn. It dug its talons into the wilting grass and refused. "I am the most beautiful!" It cried. "I am the one and only Monarch! I am the perfect creation!"
The stormbird sighed, asking its mother what it should do next. Aves was heartbroken. She didn't want to strip her creation of its power or beauty. But she had to do something.
Aves came before the Monarch, the thunder and rain lifting in her presence.
"Monarch," She sighed. "I adore you. You are my most exquisite creation. It hurts that you have taken advantage of my gifts."
With a heavy heart, Aves cursed the Monarch. It cried and wailed as its body shrank, its beak deforming and its plumes falling to the ground.
It had been transformed into a new being. A small insect. A butterfly.
"I will not remove your flight," Aves declared, "But I cannot allow you to rule the Avian kingdom any longer. You will join the Insect kingdom instead. Be careful, for my birds will not be as forgiving as I."
The newfound butterfly wailed, flapping its small, scaled wings in fury. But it could no longer communicate with its goddess. It flew off in a sulk, heading to the northern lands to join its new brethren.
Every winter, the Monarch Butterfly still migrates, visiting the southern lands where it once ruled. But it must return to the north before the summer comes, for its own safety.
And that is why the Monarch Butterfly migrates the way birds do. And also, why many species today do not have the ability of flight.
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