Daughters of the Cosmos
by Dana Littlejohn
Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy
goddess of the sun, left her mountain home consumed with bitterness
caused by her long endured loneliness. The elders in her tribe fed
her a potion to put her to sleep for a thousand years to wait for the
one who would be able to save them from her wrath.
Luneria, goddess of the moon, saw that Rubani, the God of War, was in need of advice. She offered her assistance and watched out for him during his latest campaign with the people. Rubani wanted her for his wife, Luneria was unsure, She had only spoken a few times and she did not want to leave the sky to be among the people. Was there a way for the goddesses to have happiness without losing the position?
"My lord, Uganda has sent a courier to speak with you."
Mpinga, the tribe's current chief, nodded and waved him in.
"I bring you greetings from my chief, Banori of Uganda," the messenger said with a bow.
"Send my greetings back when you return, messenger. What word do you have for me?"
"Chief MPinga, we believe we have the child you seek."
MPinga's smile could not be contained when he leaned forward.
"Really? Praise Dunia, Mother of the Cosmos! My people have waited a thousand years to hear those words! Tell me about the child."
"He is a unique child, for sure! Even as a babe he exhibited gifts we had never seen before. His mother died in childbirth and his father at war so the women in the village banded together to care for him as an infant."
MPinga leaned back, interlocking his fingers listening intently.
“The boy has golden-brown eyes that almost glow when he looks directly at you. He is stronger than any child we have ever encountered and when he cries…” The messenger paced back and forth as he spoke. “His body changes into animal form until he is calmed! His abilities seem to be enhancing as he ages. He is a toddler now, but…” He stopped in front of the chief.
“Yes?” MPinga urged.
The messenger sighed. “The truth is the people fear him. The women no longer want to care for him. We don’t know what to do. It is common knowledge that the Gandins have been looking for an extraordinary child and we hoped he was it.”
“Indeed, we are, but my tribe has encountered many babies over the years. All special in their own way, but none were the child we sought. However, this child that you speak of seems to have the most unique qualities I have ever heard. This child sounds like the one that we seek. I will send a representative back with you to see the babe and bring him back to us if he is indeed the one.”
“Thank you, Chief MPinga.”
Dana Littlejohn was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. After spending most of her youth dreaming up stories to pass around the lunch room for her friends to read, she decided that writing was something she wanted to do. As an adult, she took on a new role as mother, wife, and laborer, and her writing took a back seat. In 2003 and with the encouragement of her husband, she picked up her pen again and has no intention on putting it down. She has called Indianapolis, Indiana, her home for over 10 years, still working a 9-5, and is still a wife and mother, but now an author. Her imagination is the wildest ride ever! Jump on board and see for yourself!