It was extremely dark… My cramped brothers and I were in intense pain, just like every single day. My back felt like a huge tow truck had fallen on it. Every night was basically torture. I would just sit for hours, not knowing what the outer world would look like.
Usually we would just have a kōrero with sadness. My brother Tu, was always so aggressive and mad from everything that he had been through so he would scream and yell out “Let's just kill them!!!!!!” “NO!” Tangaroa and I say. Rongo suggested that we should stay in peace and just let our loving parents be happy.
Tawhirimatea is always quiet. He just whispers. He likes our parents to be very happy.
It’s always dark every day. I hate it! I really want to be outside and explore the world. I want to have adventures and just have fun with all my brothers. I want to discover and find. I just feel hopeless every time I’m awake.
Sometimes I fall asleep because It’s so hot between my mother and father. One day I want to just, Be free
Priviet, Milo here. Today I decided to make in the beginning as a story. It was quite hard to make because I had to think hard about what I should say. I enjoyed making this because I realized how interesting this story really is. Who is your favorite god? Blog you later! Milo
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