GrapeKoolaid posted on Nov 02, 2009
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I believe that there was a time in our distant past when men walked among the earth with other hominids. The monsters in the dark, the eaters of the dead. Orcs, monsters, cromagnon, neanderthal, whatever you'd call them, at one point in our distant past, they were more than stories to keep children up at night. They were most real.
So imagine if you will, a mythical creature. A creature of insatiable hunger, from the depths of the collective unconscious. No matter what he eats, no matter how much he eats, he stays hungry. He is said to be left stranded on an island, but the legend tells of how he ate all the stones around him, ate his bindings, all the inhabitants of the island, then tried to swim across the ocean but drowned because of all the stones he ate. To this day, you can see him trying to drink the water only to throw it back up. That's why you have the tides.
It wasn't always like that though, you see? He didn't always used to be a monster of insatiable hunger. He used to be a handsome youth, favored by the gods, loved by everyone, especially the goddess of the moon. He only had eyes for this plain daughter of a wood sprite. He first saw her midsummer, when the sun is at it's longest. He saw her through a grove of trees. She was dancing by the stream that ran by there. He had been captured by her ever since.
He was just a plain farm boy. Sure, he was the village representative for the games, but his village was so small. He couldn't muster up the courage to talk to the daughter of a wood sprite. He wouldn't even know what to say to her. So, every night, he would look up at her window and stare with melancholy and longing.
And this is how the goddess of the moon fell in love with him, see? With him looking up every night with such longing was enough to move the goddess to fall for him.
She showered him with gifts. His hunts were successful every time, his harvest was better than anyone's. People from leagues around came to see his giant gourds. When the goddess of the moon revealed herself to him, he rejected her saying, "You could never satiate me the way she could."
"And so you never shall be", said the goddess of the moon as she laid a horrible curse on him. "For spurning me, you shall never know what it's like to be full. You shall always be hungry, as you will never be with your love. Until you are reunited with her, your hunger shall never end."
With that, she struck him with his staff. His youthful looks, his smile, disappeared into a hideous mass of flesh and teeth. He collapsed to the ground, overcome with hunger. He tore fistfuls of grass from the ground and began eating it.
With a bittersweet laugh, the goddess of the moon flew to the home of the wood sprite, kidnapped her daughter and kept her on the land across the sea from the island. Kept her trapped in a tower by the sea. The monster of insatiable hunger was moved to the island, chained to the rocks, and the inhabitants of the island was to make a human sacrifice each year.
Time passed on and people eventually forgot. Forgot about the rituals, forgot about history, lore. They stopped making the sacrifices and the old ways were eventually left behind.
Well. You know the rest.
Good night little lady.
Grape.
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