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[Brasil]

?The Tale Of Itaris?

The young Amazon moved silently through
the brush, quietly following her
quarry. She stepped softly, so softly.
How a leopard would stalk its prey, how
a wolf must get ever closer to its
prey, using the cover of silence;
Following her quarry, she made not a
sound. She could not. Noise would have revealed
her and would then make known her location.

Ahead there; A stream was heard. Rustling
water grew ever louder as she stepped
closer and closer to the edge of the
lush emerald foliage. The trees cleared: The stream
now was visible; as if the shield of
darkness had been lifted and as if the
light of knowledge was shining brightly, bright
holy glow from the Sun, giver of Life.

Itaris now then took sight of her new
surroundings. The great beast had disappeared;
She had lost the hunt, but she would not give
up. For she would not return to her tribe
Empty-handed, with her hands full of that
that cannot be. She would get PhunBaba's head.

Itaris ventured farther out into
the clearing, farther out of the forest,
Tightly clutching her long bow; her long bow
Tightly clutched, its power ever apparent
and never faltering, for it was a
fine bow, worthy of use by any God.

Upstream was a great sound; And Itaris
Looked. And she saw the trees fall. And out of
the trees lumbered the Great PhunBaba, its
mouth stained deep red: Red like the fiery
pits of the Hellishness that was kept at
bay at the ends of this world, Creeping ever
closer;

With the blood of her fellow tribe members
Dried upon his chin, PhunBaba let out
a colossal bellow, and the birds flew
from the safety of their nests in the trees.

It was with great fortune this great Demon
Had not yet noticed Itaris. She thanked
the Gods for that. They were looking fair upon
her, for she would not have been given this
chance had it not been for their good-spirits.

This was the moment, and the moment had come.
Itaris knew this. She quickly drew an
arrow from her quiver, which held so many
of the deadly projectile, nocked it,
and asked the Gods for a steady hand: With
which she will send an arrow to PhunBaba's
head;
For the arrow's path to be true: So it
may not waver in its flight; And for its
flight to be of strength and be the strongest:
To strike its target with a mighty crushing
blow; A blow that will be with the might of
the Gods, and a blow that will be crushing
to-wards her foe, PhunBaba, who, being
her foe, she must be destroy.

And Itaris asked the Gods: ?Oh, Lords Of
Lords and Gods and Goddesses, enchant this
bow with mystical forces that you, Oh
Noblest of Leaders, see fit, so that
the arrow that is nocked in my bow when
loosed from it, shall fly with a power greater
than that of a mortal man. For we are
dust, and you are the wind, and you have
control over this world, and we have none
power to change this world, excepting that
you grant us, with all greatness of yours, and
the wisdom that is held, grant the knowledge
that is the light, that will protect and will
deliver us from harm and all its cruel
and evil paths.?

And that passage was said, and Itaris
Released the arrow from her trusty bow.

And the blessed arrow, that flew from her
bow, struck the Demon, PhunBaba; And caused
a great pain.

And PhunBaba cried out, and the earth shook.

And PhunBaba then fell, and the earth shook.

Itaris now approached, with this fallen
body of the great PhunBaba scented
Of the scent of Sulphur, a stench rising
And growing strong as Itaris came close.

And it was at this moment, that in her
tribe, they were praying to Lærtia, the
Goddess of the hunt, for the safe return
of Itaris, for Itaris to be
successful in her quest, to take the head
of PhunBaba.

And the prayer was led by Queen Aetoliea,
the lovely mother of Itaris. And
Queen Aetoliea led the prayer and prayed
to Lærtia and said; ?Oh, wise and noble
Lærtia, you who have granted us our
good fortune and prosperous hunts, please look
kindly upon my offspring, Itaris,
my daughter, the one whom I bore and fed
from my breast, and see that she is
triumphant in her quest, and she sees
safety, and has not doubt in her mind when
she confronts her foe, the great PhunBaba,
And will strike him down with a great power
And courage and a great valour, for I
know she is worthy of your loving praise.?

And, as she heard this, the great Goddess,
Lærtia, In all her glorious beauty,
appeared before the queen. And words flew from
her lips, as a flock of birds would fly to
the south when the air is chilling, and she
said; ?Do not fear, Aetoliea, for your
daughter is victorious in defeating
The Great PhunBaba, and is returning
home with the speed of the winds, and the love
and blessings of the Gods.?

And those words were spoken, and, at that moment,
The trumpets were sounded and their glorious
pitch was heard ?round, and there, at that moment,
Queen Aetoliea was relieved of worry,
her heart full of joy, for Itaris had
arrived.

And there was much rejoicing, and much feasting.

And praise was placed on Itaris? head,
and a blessing from the High Council Of Elders.

And there was ceremony, led by
Queen Aetoliea, to honor her
daughter, Itaris, by bestowing on
her a great inheritance, and a great
honour.

Queen Aetoliea, in all her good wisdom
and beauty, bid her daughter come, and said;

?Itaris, you are truly prevailing
in your quest, for your quest was to return
with the great PhunBaba?s head, and you have
returned with it. And now, I am filled with
joy to present to you your prize: I am
bequeathing the throne upon you this day.?

And saying that, Aetoliea removed
her crown and placed it lightly thus upon
Itaris? golden hair, and then bid
her rise to see her new court, to see the
land in a new light. To see the forest,
the winding rivers, and the flocks of birds
flying so gracefully over their heads.

And now Itaris was queen of the tribe.

?Long live the queen.? Shouted loud her people.

And months passed.