Shaman's Mirage

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"Many years ago, there was a village that rested half way up a mountain, topped with overstretching spines of petrified trees. Songs and chants were performed in honor of these trees. It was said that the sharp spines would cut open the clouds as they passed over, releasing the rain to pour down the canyons to awaiting farmland below. One day the Earth shook and the forest of spines fell on top of one another. Once the Earth stood still, the shaman climbed to the top of the canyon and was heartbroken to see his beloved trees thrown to the Earth that created them.  The Shaman danced a mournful dance and cursed the spirits for this misfortune. Now, how would the fields be watered?Many months passed with frequent visits from the Shaman and still the rains did not come. One day the Shaman climbed back up the hills once more prepared to fight with the spirits that cast this burden on them. As he reached the top of the summit, the sun was beginning to set and a mirage of shadows blended across the fallen trees. Then a giant eagle appeared soaring through the sun creating a strong gust that rushed through the canyon knocking the Shaman to his back. Not sure what it meant the Shaman camped out that night below the peak of the eagle awaiting another sign. The next morning the entire village awoke to farm lands covered in snow. Something even the elders could never recall happening. As for the Shaman, his spirit left him during the night in the bitter cold. His tale would live on, as elders talked of the day that the Earth shook and opened the valley for the winds of the eagle to bring moisture to the village year-round instead of having to gouge its way across the peaks. It is said that during this time of year, when the days are warm but night's bring bitter cold, if you climb to the top of the mountain you can see the Shaman's mirage. "


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