Taweret and the Tales of Heroes

Chapter 9: Uluru

It was an hour later when the two mythics would stop in a platform like an enclave in the mountainside. It was a flat stone crevice that formed naturally from the countless millions of years of weather, erosion, and geo formation that the gecko god would come to a stop to look.

"Is this your home?" Vucub-Caquix asked him.

"Partly....." Adnoartina replied. "All of Australia is my home. I have many places where I rest. I have chosen this place to....rest for awhile."

"Nehebkau told me a little bit about you before he went to go get you. I heard about your wife......"

The gecko god closed his eyes as he tried not to think about it. He took a deep breath as he walked to into his enclave. His scaly feet pressed to the hard stone floor as he looked around him. There was a place where there was a gathering of stones that lined the floor. Here a fireplace was present.

The Mayan god followed him into the enclave as he watched the gecko god have a seat. His tail curled up a little bit along the floor as he placed his belongings down next to him.

"Sit wherever you want to," Adnoartina told him.

Vucub-Caquix's talon feet would click the stone floor as he walked around inside. He began to notice a series of cave paintings that lined the stone walls around him and a set of small pots with various paints and colors.

"You paint?" he asked, looking at it.

The gecko god looked at the wall. "Yes."

The Mayan god nodded his head as he went and sat down by the gecko god by the makeshift fireplace. "What are these cave paintings that you drew?"

"These consist of many things. What you see is the history of our people."

"You mean the mythics?"

"No. It is the history of the aborigines. I am part of these people. They have lived in Australia incredibly longer than many people."

"I remember hearing that the human mortals that are indigenous to this continent have lived here for tens of thousands of years."

"Longer....I wish I knew how long I have been alive. It is possible that I am older than the Sumerian mythics."

"If it were true, then you would be the oldest mythic to be alive."

"That and the other Australian mythics.....," he paused. "For once, I am glad to see someone interested in my paintings except for my former wife."

"You have spent all these months sitting here in mourning?"

He took a deep breath and nodded his head. "She was beautiful....she was as old as she could reach, but she was beautiful. Never have I found someone that had more respect for the land than her."

"The human mortals have always been interesting. Mind me for asking but do you plan on remarrying another?"

Adnoartina seemed to avoid the question as he began adding wood to the fireplace. He stirred the ashes as he began to grab a set of stone flints together. "I don't know," he finally replied.

"It is not my business to pry into your affairs," Vucub said as he adjusted his talon feet into a cross-legged position.

"No....ugh.....I remember my wife always telling me that I need to be more.....talkative to the other individuals. Apparently, I have a way of pushing people away and avoiding others."