The Raven Mocker
Kolona was the father of the Raven Mockers and he was not human. Kalona was an angle but not exactly. He was an angle that had fallen. In ancient times, angles walked the earth and mated with humans. Many people have stories to describe this time. The bible called them Nephilim. The Greeks and Romans called them Olympian gods. But whatever they have been called, all of the stories agree on two points: First that they were beautiful and powerful. Second, that they mated with humans. The Cherokee people tell of one particular angle, beautiful beyond compare. He had wings the color of night, and he could change form into a creature that looked like an enormous raven. At first the cherokee welcomed him as a visiting god. They sang songs to him and danced for him. Their crops thrived. Their woman were fertile. But Kalona soon changed when he began to lie with the maidens of the tribe and then after the first time he bedded a maiden, he became obsessed. He had to have women- he craved them constantly, and he also hated them for causing the lust and need he felt for them. Soon the maidens turned their faces from him, and thats when he became a monster. He used his divine power to rule the men while he defiled the women. And all the while, his hatred for women grew with an intensity that was all the more frightening because of his obsession with them. To Kalona, the Charokee women were water, air, and food- his very life, though he hated that he needed them so desperately. The women he raped became pregnate, but most of them gave birth to dead things, unrecognizable as infanfants of any species. But once in a while, one of his offspring would live, though it was clearly not human. Kalona's children were ravens, with the eyes and limbs of a man. These dark spirits take pleasure from annoying the living and tormenting those at the cusp of death. It was Kalona's lust for women that eventually destroyed him. The warriors of the tribes tried for years to overpower him. They simply could not. He was a creature of myth and magic, andd only myth and magic could defeat him. Finally the Ghigua (the Cherokee name for the Beloved Women of the tribe. She is a gifted wise woman.) called a secret council of all the Wise woman from all tribes and they met in a secret place where Kalona would not be able to spy on them- a cave deep in the earth. Kalona had an aversion to the earth. He was a creature of the heavens, which is where he belonged. The women then made a maiden so beautiful, she would be impossibe for Kalona to resist. The Ghigua who was the most gifted potter formed a maiden's body from clay, and painted a face for her that was beautiful beyond compare. The Ghigua known as the most gifted weaver wove long, dark hair for her that fell in waves around her slim waist. The Ghigua dressmaker fashioned a dress for her that was the white of the full moon, and the woman decorated it with shells and beads and feathers. The Ghigua who was the most fastest gifted her legs with speed and the Ghigua with the most beautifulest voice gifted her as she whispered soft words to her. Each of the Ghigua cut their palms and used it as ink to draw on her body, symbols of power. Then they joined hands around the beautiful clay figure, and using their powers, breathed life into her. The Ghigua woman breathed life and purpose into her and then called her A-ya which meant 'me'. With the next day, they led her out of the cave and to the stream where Kalona came every morning to bathe. So it was there, sitting in a little patch of morning sunlight, brushing her hair and singing a maiden's song where he found her and instantly became obsessed with possessing her. A-ya did what she was created to do. She fled from Kalona and ran into the cave as he fallowed her. Kalona soon caught her deep in the bowels of the earth. Instead of screaming and struggling against him, A-ya welcomed him with smooth arms and inviting body. But the instant he penatrated her, that soft, inviting body changed back to earth and spirit of woman. Her legs and arms became clay that held him while the Chigua chanted magical words that made the cave seal, trapping Kalona in A-ya's enternal embrace. And there he is still today, firmly held to the bosom of earth. At the moment his tomb was sealed, each of his children, the terrible Raven mockers, began to sing a song in a human's voice that promised that Kalona would one day return, describing the horrible vengeance he would take against humans, especially woman.
The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise
He shall be washed from his entombing bed
Through the hand of the dead he is free
Terrible beauty, monstrous sight
Ruled again they shall be
Woman shall kneel to his dark might
Kalona's song sounds sweet
As we slaughter with cold heat
Even today, ravens still croak to worn everyone of his vengeance that could happen anyday.
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