Vengeance
Each beat of their wings is a roll of thunder. Each one of their burning looks causes lightning to strike the earth and what is under.
She leaves to fight the sea, to fight its giant serpents.
Do not go there, say her parents. Our domain is the mountain, with the snows of winter!
When their paths came together, in the tempest and in the cold, their eyes shook the world; their hearts tore apart the sky. From this cataclysm were born three nestlings on a cliff.
But only one survived when a two-headed water serpent devoured the nestling's brother and sister.
The motherly fears slide off her black plumage, sound hollow in her wounded heart. She leaves to avenge her family and the storm will go with her.
She will attack the serpents in their houses that they had believed were safe. How many little thunder-birds, her possible future brothers and sisters, will she save by doing this! How many birds, how many humans, how many of all that swims, walks or flies!
And if the serpents, in the winter, always thirsting for vengeance, leave for war against her kindred, she will never know of it.
The immense sea and the sun had taken her in their nets; her life had lasted as long as a storm of summer