Once upon a time, a mountain stood staring alone into the abyss of the world. You see, it was the first one to be created. The first mountain stood here and looked at the rest of creation and all of its relations. 

This mountain was where the king of the new land would be born, and its base was lush, fertile and promising. The earth’s bosom exploded with life. New animals roamed and flourished in the perfect climate of this paradise. The mountain seemed content, standing tall and serving as a beacon for the new life on the planet. 

As time passed, the mountain heard a cry from his spire. The sound screeched and wailed like nothing he had heard before. There had been birds and the occasional pitter-patter from rain, but this sound was explosive. The mountain was quite young and naive, unaware of the fact that new life had begun. It was as if his ears had finally opened. There were not many of these new…things…walking around, but he decided that if he could see them, he should name them. 

Unfortunately, the mountain’s lack of vocabulary led to him simply naming the things “Creations.” These Creations seemed to manifest out of the brisk air that whipped around his peak, and he was surprised that they had remained unnoticed by him for so long. He learned that as he aged, the Creations aged as well. They matured and developed, almost like the plants he had seen growing in the fields at his base.

As a mountain, he was not sure how to divide the Creations into groups but chose a name for them anyways. For the tall and muscular Creations with dirt and fuzz on their face, he called “Boi.” Other creations were usually shorter and had oddly shaped rocks on their chest and longer stuff, similar to the men’s fuzz, coming out of their heads. He chose to name them Girle. 

With every climb and crawl along the side of the mountain, a connection grew between Boi, Girle, and the mountain. Boi was an avid climber and found himself often resting in some of the mountain’s caves.

One of the mountain’s most vivid memories was Boi’s cry and the harmonic following of Girle’s voice. She sang to the Boi and the mountain listened, the heart of the mountain expanded for the Creations who cared for each other. He then vowed to protect this specific Boi. The mountain could not control the weather or Boi’s strength, though, but he knew his connection to the Boi would help him overcome. 

As Boi struggled to stay strong, the mountain heard the song Girle sang to Boi at birth. The mountain’s depth reverberated the song. Her song lifted into the sky and reached his ears. As it touched the peak of the mountain, the heart of the mountain soared for the Boi who would soon become King. 

Photo Credit: https://www.thelandofsnows.com/highest-mountains-in-tibet/ 

Written by

Isabella Jackson

Isabella Jackson, junior, is excited to be a part of the Humanities Academy. She plays tennis and is part of the missions program at OLu, both of which she loves. She has always enjoyed writing as well as reading, but she vividly remembers struggling with it in middle school. She was nonetheless interested in English and especially loved her sophomore English teacher, Mrs. Perez. Humanities is a place where art, literature and the history of those subjects come together, and it is always amazing when the things one loves come together.