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FICTION
A Gift From the Ancient One
A legend from the beginnings of time
There was a tremendous storm as the first woman labored to bring forth her child. Even before the child could take its first breath the storm had retreated. With the child’s first cry of life, the sun’s rays began to peek through the clouds and a rainbow appeared in the sky.
The first woman was in awe of this miracle to which she had given birth and held the child to her breast whispering, “I shall call you Tiacapan, for you are the firstborn.”
It was the beginnings of time when the first woman gave birth to the first child. The Ancient One observed this from her position high above the clouds. Her silky hair, the color of onyx, was streaked with gold and tied in a thick knot at the nape of her neck. Her eyes shone amber and green with wisdom as she gazed down and contemplated the creation of this new life: this firstborn, this girl-child.
The fresh sun beamed bright and the Ancient One’s colorful skirt created a perfect arch across the soft blue sky, stretching from mountain top to mountain top.
With her rainbow skirt spread wide, the Ancient One selected three threads, each strand the same color. She thoughtfully fashioned them into a braid and when she was finished, she tied the ends to form a…
