THE QUIET YEAR

The Tale of Mushroom-Girl

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This is a story about the origins of Mushroom-Girl. What began as a young rebel girl, Maya of the Red tribe from Salter village became the ever so powerful Mushroom-Girl. She was from Saltar Village which was settled high up in the pine forest woods. There were several mountains surrounding it and fruit bearing trees were in abundance for this settlement. The settlement was occupied by the Red tribe people; they were a mid-sized settlement with a population of roughly 80 people living together. A rather unique thing about this village was that even though they were surrounded by trees, wood was a major scarcity for them. They were not adequately equipped with the tools to effectively harvest and use the wood for their own use, and so it was considered to be abundantly redundant. Furthermore, the Red tribe were blessed with certain patches of land being extremely fertile, much like a farm land and so they were known to not only breed chickens but also grow fruits and vegetables during spring and summer time. Various tribes from nearby villages would travel miles to come and see the chickens and taste the delicious fruits.

The fruit harvesters were given the highest status amongst the village dwellers. Upon harvest season they would store their fruits in the cave of a large hollowed out tree. This tree was located at the epicentre of the village. People would often refer to it as the ‘Bigtree’; it was the best hangout spot for people and the village heads would often conduct important discussions there. It was the heartbeat of the land. One one rather unfortunate spring night, the Bigtree got struck by lightning, a bad omen had been sprung upon the people of the Red tribe. The fallout of this led to a discovery of a special flower that grew out of the fallen Bigtree. Additionally, that flower was making edible mushrooms grow in the surrounding area. The villagers had yet another source of food and resource to be grateful for. It was truly the silver lightning after a bad storm.

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