The things that are, were not always. This is the story of how the Wind was calmed.

Long, long ago in our very own world, the Wind was wild and vicious. Every day that passed, passed with great storms that whipped and battered the landscape. It was in this fashion that the Wind ruled over the day. But like all things, the Wind needed rest too, and slept during the night. All of the creatures in the world hid during the day, too terrified to face the Wind. They lived their lives in darkness and became wretched for it. Groping in the dark for food and water, lashing out at anything that got too close. They stole, maimed, killed, and raped during the night taking what they wanted, and leaving the weak in the wake of their passing.

Then one day, while the Wind was raging and all the wretched creatures were hiding, one weak little creature crawled out from its hiding place. The creature began to walk in the Wind, and climbed to the top of the largest hill in the world. It was on the top of this hill that the little creature stood.

The Wind hadn't noticed this little creature until it had reached the top of the hill. The Wind blew and tried to hurl the creature off the hill, but it was too small. The Wind blew and blew and blew, but it couldn't grip the creature to send it flying.

The Wind roared at the little creature: "Run away!"

The creature looked up at the wind and replied, "I will not."

The Wind roared again. It ripped the mightiest tree from the ground, and showed it to the little creature to scare it away. "You see my strength! Run away!

The little creature looked at the tree, which was impressive indeed, and replied to the Wind:

"I will not."

The Wind screamed at the impetuous little creature and sent the tree flying off into the distance. The Wind then blew harder than it had ever blown before, and reduced a mountain to dust.

"You see my power! Run away!" the Wind cried.

"I will not," replied the creature.

The Wind howled in rage and frustration. The Wind blew again, and this time summoned a massive wave from the ocean. The Wind threw the wave at the hill and flooded the surrounding land.

The Wind was sure that it had washed away the little creature, but when it saw the little creature still standing on top of the hill it bellowed:

"You see my greatness! Why do you not run away?"

The little creature stared up at the Wind and called out:

"Because I am Man, and I do not fear you."

This made the Wind very angry. The Wind tried to create a tempest to destroy Man, but it had exhausted itself trying to scare him away. The Wind sputtered and calmed, unable to keep blowing.

As the Wind died down, all of the other creatures in the world came out of hiding. They looked upon each other and saw how wretched they were. The worst of them were ashamed and went back to hiding. The others became better than they were, happy that they could live in the light.

To this day, the Wind sputters and puffs at the creatures living in the day, less than before because the Wind has already been defeated. And every time it does, Man is there standing on his hill, ready to challenge the Wind. The Wind becomes exhausted, and the storms die out.