The storytellers
And so, we took the voices we had been given and used them to tell our tales. We shouted from cliff tops and into caves. Feeling the earth shift with every word.
At first, nobody came. And then, slowly, people began to gather. They would kneel at our feet and listen to us, offering us their beads and honey. They carefully collected our words and gave them to their children, as we hoped they would. And thus our stories became known to all.
And we lived forever.
