My Genesis i guess?- ch1

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"In the beginning, there was an angry god, he wandered alone, with nothing but his unyielding power. Then, the angry god stumbled upon a little island, with a woman. She remained loyal to older ways: collecting her food, building her hut, living at harmony with nature. She was secluded from the others on the island who had been engulfed by the modern world. Then one day a man walked from the ocean depths, perfectly dry, perfect in every way. He was intrigued by this woman, though he knew he shouldn't be. And the lonely god was no longer alone..." she let out a small but dreamy sigh, like she usually did when she told this story. I do the same thing when I eat chocolate.
"Come on mama, I wanna know more, tell me moreeee!" I knew I'd heard this story thousands of times,
"It's time for bed my little Hīhīmanua" she pecked me on top of my head
"I'll finish tomorrow" she said with a little laugh
She stopped trying to convince me that she had other stories to tell awhile before, since I might have become a little obsessed with that one. Some would call it unhealthy, but I just call it persistent.
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"Yn! Time for breakfast!" I know it's seen as violent tendencies to want to throw a rock at your mum, but I was ok with that if it meant I could get more sleep. But since I was a good daughter, I decided against it. Instead I groaned out
"Just a bit longer mama?" Hoping for once she would show mercy...
"If we wait they'll all be gone, and you'll be hungry for your first day of school... well kindergarten, but still." Now that had my attention,
"WHAT!?" I was out of bed rushing towards her without warning.
When I reached her- which is pretty fast since we lived in a tiny hut- she was smiling at me.
"You're going to school..." she kept talking but I wasn't listening...

School. I was actually going to school. I could talk to other people. I'd learn things. I'm going to make friends!

I remember thinking that... the naivety of hope.

But I ran to her, "Thank you mama!"

The thing about my mother was that she liked a simple life, away from the modern world, and so in many senses that meant a life away from society. We grew our own fruit and veg, we hunted and fished for our meat- only killing them with respect and always blessing them and thanking them for the sacrifice- we lived in a hut that mama built years before I was born that was changed over the years to suit us better. But it meant that the only people I knew was my mum, myself and the people in mum's stories. I know, that sounds pretty sad but the sad part happens later.
I wished I'd stayed i her arms longer... but instead I rushed out the room to get changed, I didn't try hard since before I went to school, I had to work for my breakfast.

We set out down the beach till we get to a little rock pool, it's low tide so easier to find little creatures caught in it.
It didn't take long to find a crab or catch it, it was always the kill that took the longest.

*insert killing crab x prayer x thanks* 

What can I say? I'm lazy. I mean yes I still use this way of killing my food, but it's so long and so wordy, ughhhh, and I know how to say not spell... Welp, moving swiftly on.

As we walked back to the hut, we picked a few fruit, cause as good as crab is, I prefer a fruit salad for breakfast.
"Mama?" i looked up at her, hopefully.
"yes my Hīhīmanua?" she says not looking away from the fruit she was chopping up.
"can i hear the rest of the story now?"
she smiled slightly, I only now realise she had a sad look in her eyes every time I asked.

"the woman continued her life as though nothing had changed, though she knew everything had. For the first time in as long as she could remember, someone cared for her. So the angry god and the woman decided to live-"

"what do you mean "decided" to live? They were alive already!" she let out a breathy laugh

"oh my little Hīhīmanua, I hope you never understand what I mean, though I fear with your fate, you will." welp, her fears were confirmed. "can I carry on the story now?"

If looks could kill, mine would've felt like a tickle, at best. She handed me my fruit salad then carried on with the story.

"they lived in a little hut just like this one, had breakfast just like us, but there was always a space between them, they knew they cared for each other but refused to fall in love with each other, but Kāne had a different plan for them. One day, after many moons of time together, they had a little girl. The woman couldn't be happier, but the angry god saw the girls fate. The woman wanted to keep the girl, protect her, but the angry god wanted to take the girl, train her, sharpen her into the weapon his fates said she will become. Though his brain could not win against her heart, so the angry god left. The woman raised the girl, though she knew that she couldn't protect her forever, but we know that- "

"it's not how much time you get together, but how good the time is." I finished for her, just as I finished my breakfast. 

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