Fleetfoot and the Magic Feather

Fleetfoot And the Magic Feather

There was once was a young man named Fleetfoot, born to the Falcon Tribe. Among all the tribe he was known as the fastest and surest of foot, able to outrace any man alive. But there was one thing that Fleetfoot always desired- the power of flight. He asked the shaman, "how can I obtain the power of flight?". The shaman told him that he required a feather of Ranane, she who makes the morning rainbow. Morning after morning, Fleetfoot watched for the rainbow, racing to it's end to meet the goddess, but he never could find a feather.

Thinking, Fleetfoot took a spool of his mother's thread, crafting a giant net in the sky to catch Ranane. For many mornings he waited for her to come, so he could trap her and have his feather. When next she flew by, the net snared her, and Fleetfoot had his prize- a feather fallen to the ground next to Ranane Herself. Taking it, he boasted of his accomplishment, and demanded the power of flight. "You have taken that which is not yours," replied Ranane, "and for this you will have your flight, but so too lose your humanity." And it was done. Fleetfoot became a giant eagle, no more intelligent than any other beast. It is said to this day he still flies his tribal lands, wishing to become a man once more.

The moral of the story is thus: Reach for the stars, but be wary of the trees.