Rain Fairy Tales

Princess Innua And the Ocean That Goes Under

Back in the time of Warring States, the royal princess Innua was hid in refuge on Buga Island. She was guarded by a distant relative, a blind swordsman.
The young Innua would write letters back to her family. And, as she spoke aloud, her guardian knew that they were writings of heartbreaking beauty.
However, he could not leave her side, and no one could know that a member of the royal family was on Buga Island. He had no way of delivering the letters.

But he did know his house well, and it had been in his family for generations. And so, he prayed:

"O manor! Long have I swept your halls, and long have I kept fire from claiming you. I've handled your tax and moved the nests of sparrows. Now there's something I can't do myself. Can't you get these letters to where they need to go?"

And the manor breathed and shuddered on its foundations. It could drop them out the door, but not much beyond that. But it had sat on the mountain for generations, so the manor prayed:
"O mountain! I've been sitting on your hillside for a long while. If it weren't for the view out my window, you'd be pitted with mines and carved up for castle-stone. You may not owe me much, but you're all I know. Now there's something I can't do myself.
Can't you get these letters to where they need to go?"

And the mountain sighed a flock of birds from its trees up into the air, and the letter-cases rolled just right downhill, down to the ocean - but the mountain couldn't do much beyond that. So the mountain prayed:
"O ocean! I've been bathing in you since the beginning of the world. The rain I catch with my peak flows down me and keeps you fresh. I'm home to your seabirds! I do just the mountain things, and you do just the ocean things, but now there's something I can't do myself.
Can't you get these letters to where they need to go?"

And the ocean roared with laughter, and twisted and turned its currents, and lapped the scroll cases up, to carry them to a distant shore. And there they rested. But the ocean couldn't do much beyond that. So the ocean prayed:
"O Divine Being, you owe me big. There's a little girl that needs these letters to find their way. So, c'mon, get me a miracle. Chop-chop.
Get these letters to where they need to go!"…Which is a way of praying, too.

And through the divine being, all things were possible, and so the letters found their way to the royal family, where they were lauded as works of art, and they wept at the devotion of their distant daughter.

With each new set of letters, each entity entreated the next. The tale is told with many variations.

…In the end, eventually, the Divine Being said,

"I'm sorry. All things are possible through me, that's true. But Innua's relatives are dead - even the devotion of a daughter cannot reach them now."

But on that day, the ocean cursed the name of the Divine Being, and opened up a hole straight to the Abyss, carrying the letters down. On that night, hope and rain, salty like tears, touched hell's searing heat. And the letters, lost forever, were said to be of beauty unparalleled.

On the anniversary of that night, the people of Buga Island - and villagers - set little boats out into the ocean, carrying letters to their lost loved ones. And one by one, the boats disappear, as if the ocean itself ate them up, carrying the messages to the Abyss.

The Seven Suvhas

Long, long ago, in the deep chaos of time, the world had grown so corrupt and sinful that natural law itself had begun to melt and bend.
Human society, and even humanity itself, had become an indistinguishable morass of hatred, greed, desire, and vanity.
The Divine Being had hoped that humanity would be capable of guiding themselves, but the world had grown so rotten that no trace of Her work remained.

"I will send them a gift," she said. "A Suvha."

And thus she chose the least rotten of all the humans, and revealed to them the True Way, and made them a Suvha, granting them great sorcery and wisdom.
Her Suvha strode into the world, speaking of peace, truth, and beauty, calling for an end to war and a beginning to love - true love, given freely.
Her Suvha worked great benevolence and charity.
Humanity praised the Suvha as a great hero. They accepted her gifts and delighted in them. They praised her help of the downtrodden.
But then the Suvha asked humanity to reform, to leave sin behind, to truly improve the world.
Humanity rejected the Suvha in this.

Seven times, the Divine Being sent down a Suvha, to explain the truth, to demonstrate it in a new way.
They were drawn from different peoples, of different classes.
Each time, the Suvha was rejected.
Many times, the Suvha was even killed.

After the seventh Suvha,
the Divine Being sighed, and remade the world.

In 1981, members of a new religious movement known as the Aurora Road delivered a letter to parliament, denouncing their plans to intervene in a sectarian conflict in the far west. It was signed by three religious leaders, each claiming to be Suvhas. In response to parliament ignoring their ultimatum, members executed a bombing attack, killing sixteen members of congress, and three aides. Aurora Road members were rounded up and arrested. One of the leaders - the lowest ranking - was declared innocent of all charges, declaring that he had been handling affairs only in the southern portion of the country, and solely thought it was a strong reprimand - in fact, he had not signed the letter in person. He started an offshoot branch of the movement, known as the Peace Society, and, as pressured by the government, renounced all claims to Suvha-hood.

The Ogres of Buga Island

Whenever a monster tastes human blood, it turns bad - I mean, worse! Ogres were once tiny little monsters, completely weak - just the size of newts. They lived on Buga Island.
They didn't have any poison, or any magic. They ran away whenever anyone saw them. They were cowards, and even though they couldn't think, they hated themselves, and how their weakness made them live in fear.

Buga Island was built up as a fort in the Marine War, back in the 18th Century. Royal career soldiers staffed the local patrol boats, and the fort's defenses, with conscripts from the village. They took them away from farms and fishing and made them drill non-stop. However, when the enemy came to the forts, the officers abandoned them, fleeing, lying to them that help would be on its way. Instead, the ogres rose up from the cracks in the fort and supped the blood of the wounded, becoming ferocious, and strong - thinking, ferocious beasts that made their home beneath the earth.

A hundred years later, a girl was kidnapped by the ogres on her wedding day. Her betrothed fought his way into their caverns to rescue her —

— Where blazing fire blocked his way, he pushed through, heedless of the pain
When a giant chasm was before him, he leapt without thinking twice
And when he was outnumbered ten-to-one, he fought and fought, no matter how he was wounded. —

The chief of the Ogres, seeing all these feats, praised his valor, declared him a hero-of-heroes, and offered him any boon that he so desired. Of course, the man asked for his bride back.

Saddened, the chief explained that each danger that the hero had so soundly trounced, his bride had quailed at - and so, the ogres, offended, had already eaten her, and no trace remained. He would have to choose a different boon - anything but that.

The man, then, asked that the ogres protect Buga Island with their lives, for the rest of the days.
And so it is said that the island shall never again fear invasion.

The Portraits of Bafema

Bafema was the most beautiful woman in the world. She loved another.
Nevertheless, a Merchant-Prince, who had sworn a geas to never be refused, wished to have her.

He asked a great artist to paint her likeness.
The Merchant-Prince married that.
However, on that night, that likeness leapt from his palace, killing herself.

Neveretheless, the Merchant-Prince was satisfied.
He hired the artist to paint another. And another. Marrying again each night.
Until his palace was full of empty portraits.

Hearing of this, Bafema relented, and agreed to marry him.
On her wedding night, she stabbed him.

"Why?" he asked Bafema.
"My heart was full of pain for those poor women," she said.
"Who your artist would never paint holding a knife."

(An extremely old and strange story.)

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