Unn’s Tale
Many ages ago, a young girl named Unn looked out into the cold Caldari night and up at the stars. Clouds drifted past the moons, and the calls of the shark-birds to each other and their prey frightened her. Without words, she prayed to her clan gods for escape from the only home she’d known. They heard her prayer, of course, as they do all prayers, and after much debate among their council, the clan gods chose to elevate her. While the more traditional among them thundered against it, the council knew that their people needed a reminder of what could be.
That is why, to this day, travellers may find themselves passing through the Unn Nebula. It is a small, wispy place, and thus the astronomers named it for the young girl. Her spirit still looks down upon her clan, though they have scattered throughout the cluster and beyond. And children still learn her rhyme:
Darkly moonlit night
Shark-birds on their endless flight
The gods hear her plight
And now Unn casts down her sight
Vowing to set all aright
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Date: 2010-02-14
Categories: Poetry