My Myth

It was the beginning of the world. I was living with the Tingit Tribe of the Pacific Northwest. They were a primitive people who loved and worshiped me. Huge pine trees that touched the sky towered over the landscape. The great ocean loomed in the background. It was a beautiful landscape, but something was missing. All the animals including me were living in a state of darkness. We went along everyday with it, but soon we could not take any more. I learned of a rich high ranking tribe member that lived in a land nearby. It was said that he had three bags of light. I quickly devised a plan. 

There was a small stream that ran by the rich man's camp. Using my metamorphic powers which I possessed, I quickly turned myself so small, I was invisible in the water. Later that day, the rich man's wife came down to the river to get water. This was my chance. She took a small ladle out and started to drink. A swam into her ladle and she drank me up. I was now inside her. I then once again transformed myself into a baby, and the woman was pregnant. I was born, and I was their perfect little child. I knew that since my "father" was so rich he would give me anything. Day after day, I cried and cried for the precious light. Finally my parents grew weary. "Just give him the small bag," said my father, and I was extremely pleased when I got the light. That night I released it expecting the whole world to light up. What happened though shocked me. It was nothing but an array of tiny dots giving off minimal light in the heavens. I knew that I had to have more. I cried more this time for a very long time for the second bag. My parents loved me and saw that if I did not stop crying I could die. They had no choice but give me the second bag. This is it, I thought. I have accomplished what I set out to do. I released the light with a chuckle, but again I was disappointed. It was a huge globe of dull light. It did not light the world, but only minimal gloom at night. I was getting impatient. My hope was running out. I knew that my father would never give me the last bag, so I took matters into my own hands. I stole the bag and holding my breath, I released it. A huge fiery globe rose out of the bag and was placed in the sky. The whole land was suddenly covered in light. I was pretty much the most praised god. All the animals and humans loved me. Everyone lived happily in the light and warmth. People grew crops and played happily in the sun all day. To this day you can all thank me for the sun.