Palapala Falls

Pala looked to the sky and saw Fa'avae floating above him.  He could see the moons that were ruled by his brothers and sisters. The flow of prayers coming from the planet made him feel powerful.  Those that worshipped him were very devout.  As he looked around at the lush greenery that he had created here, he felt pride come over him. He was given a desolate moon with nothing on it and made it into a beautiful paradise. Animals grazed on the fields and the circle of life moved ever on.  He knew that this place was perfect, but it wouldn't last. The caretaker of the grave knew when someone's time was approaching an end; he just wasn't used to it being his time.

Walking through the field toward his forest home of Vaomatua he knew this would be the last time he walked this path. A nearby flower began to lose it's petals and wilt. This happened to the grass around him and then the trees he was heading toward.  As if some outside influence had drained the water they had been drinking from.  The leaves began to change colors and fall off the trees.  They were cracked, dry, and brittle before hitting the ground. Pala knew that all things must die, but this seemed as if some unnatural force was at work. That is when he heard the cries coming from the planet that floated above his head.

The priests and clerics that praised him were asking for his help. Shortly this became begging for him to ease their passing. It was as if all of the life in his temples went out at the same time. Pala fell to his knees and clutched his chest. This was a pain that he had never experienced before. A hole had begun to form inside him and was draining the life out of him.

"Hello brother" Mumu spoke from behind him, " by now you are definitely feeling the pain of having no power being sent to you by those that worshipped you. This is because you are weak. A pathetic excuse for a god that I no longer felt the need to tolerate."

When Pala turned his head and saw his brother. He froze in place. Never had his brother commanded such power. The horns that grew from his head had more than doubled in size and the fire that radiated from him burned as hot as the sun. His sword was also glowing with the same white fire. "I see you noticed my power has grown. It was a simple matter of murdering any of your followers who wouldn't convert and believe me to be the true god. Those that did convert are sending me all of their power. Temples that were erected in your name are now being razed."

Pala heard his brother continue speaking, but couldn't focus on his words any longer. The pain was growing to great for him to bear. He began to mutter something to himself. "What are you doing?" Mumu was perplexed. No one had ever stopped listening to him while he was speaking.

He continued to whisper to himself and clasped his hands together. When Pala opened his hands a bright green light emitted from them and a small butterfly flew out. It was beautiful. Entirely made of an emerald green light. It began to fly away. "Oh, you think you're clever do you?" Mumu held out his left hand and a jet of flame shot out of it and surrounded the butterfly. "Trying to get word to mother that you were losing a battle? Not this time."

In Mumu's arrogance he didn't notice the butterfly continued flying away. It flew higher and higher until it reached the space between the moon and Fa'avae. Pala did see it though. He knew that the butterfly would make it. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he awoke he was chained to the wall. There was black stone all around him and on the floor. Looking up he saw a door. It was made of the same black stone, but there was a slot in it. Supposedly to open and look in to ensure that the prisoner couldn't or wasn't causing any mischief. He continued observing his surroundings to see if he could figure out a way out. There was a burlap sack on the ground filled with what appeared to be gravel. 'Mumu must've chained me in his castle dungeon' he thought to himself. He knew that was why he had nothing in his cell that was alive. His brother wanted to ensure he had no power inside this cell. Everything was made of stone or metal. Not sure if he could even muster the power to cast a spell or get out of his bonds he attempted to focus on summoning the last of his strength. He had no magic left in him. He would just have to sit and wait for someone to come to his aid.

He could hear his brother calling out to him.  His sword sizzled and popped as it was drug across the ground. "Palapala, where are you brother? I just want to talk," Mumu slammed his sword into the ground as fire erupted around it.

Pala realized that his brother meant to kill him. He had been wounded, but it was just a flesh wound. He was in a full retreat trying to escape his would be murderer. As he pushed forward through the pain he suddenly felt the temperature around him change.  It was much colder now.  'Could she be here already' he thought to himself. "Brother, hide here with me," Malulu was very reassuring in the way that she spoke to him.

Pala climbed into the snow bank that hadn't been there moments ago.  He hid and as he drifted off into blackness he saw one large black boot hit the ground not three feet away.  He could hear the snow melt under Mumu's boot.  All became blackness.