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Taniwha Out of Water
It was the start of another day, and rain was lightly falling to the ground of a little village at the bottom of a sacred mountain. Inside the mountain, the spirits og the village folks' ancestors rested in their afterlife. But they were becoming unsettle, for the villagers were starting to act selfish and greedy. A feisty storm had blown through the night before, leaving some of their huts and houses shattered. As the first streams of sunlight splashed the village, and people started to stir in their beds, a massive rumble bellowed from the mountain above. Hot lava spewed from its tip, and edged its way down to the village full of frantic families and people. As they rushed around grabbing their children and any food they could carry, they fled as far away as they could from the smell of hot ash. Suddenly, a great big Taniwha erupted from inside the mountain; a roar escaped his mouth full of dangerously shaped teeth as it writhed in pain. To read more;
