Cynetia/Literature/The Golden Strings

The Golden Strings was a folktale written by Barney Odeman in 1596.
== Story ==
=== English ===
Once, there lived a Kotakett chief long ago by the name of Grandfather Matsul, near the settlement of Sillowawie. His son, Corsi, loved him with much of his heart, but at the same time, he was promised chief by the time Grandfather Matsul died. Corsi was somewhat fond of himself being at a high position, and looked forward to having power over the Western Kotaketts. Everyone loved Grandfather Matsul dearly, he seemed to speak no rude word of anyone else in the tribe, which filled Corsi with jealousy at many times. He was stuck in his mind on whether he should spend more time with Matsul, or kill him.
Corsi’s brother, Killox, was deemed a perfect one. He had good qualities in almost every way. Corsi did not like Killox, he didn’t like him at all. Grandfather Matsul called his sons over to give them gifts. “Here, my sons. Take these. Corsi, please, take my little deer charm. It will fit you in this treacherously rainy environment.” Corsi liked the gift a lot. “Killox, take these. My golden strings. A charm of luck, immortality, and prosperity. It would guide you even more if you are chosen as chief. It’s also good for the water, you will have the power to swim to the far end and back here. You will have the power to guide waterfalls up and down. You will have the power to reflect your personality on the land and make it more prosperous than it is now.”
“But father,” said Killox in question. “Why didn’t you use this before?”
“I think Kinetia is perfect in the state it is in. Besides, I was waiting for the right chosen one to activate it, and it must not be me.” Corsi was visibly jealous by this. He decided to let it go for that period. 
After that night, in the new dawn, Corsi decided to go with Matsul on his regular hike to the sea cliffs. It was a sunny day that day, and the sands looked brighter than ever. The birds were out, and the ocean was too, but in a calm, forgiving way. “Thank you, my kind son. Thank you, dearly, for coming with me on my brush with nature.” 
Corsi shed a tear, and had a certain, indescribable look on his face. At the same time, the skies were turning into a shade of gray, and rain clouds were settling on the horizon, seemingly out of nowhere. Even more unexpectedly, Corsi pushed Matsul off the sea cliff, and he dropped, hitting the rocks, falling into the sand, and getting cleaned by the ocean as his death inevitably came. He drifted away in the waves and became a mighty river, the Grand River Matsul, providing water to all. 
Corsi walked back, both sad and victorious. The entire tribe was super confused, as Corsi was coming back just by himself. He announced, with a poor, yet victorious tone, “Your great chief, Matsul, is dead. I am now your chief.” The tribe gasped. 
Killox jumped in very quickly. “You killed him, didn’t you? You are a no-good traitor, you bloody bastard! I hope you jump off of a towering sea cliff and die, you self-centered nut! Also, you have such a faint substance of mind, that you didn’t remember we had to fist-fight to get the chief status.”
“Fine then,” said Corsi. “First one who falls down gets the status as chief.” They fought with their fists in a tough manner. Killox, powered by the anger and rage in his mind, was succeeding. Corsi then pulled out a sharp, stone cutting tool, and used it on Killox. The crowd gasped and asked themselves if Corsi could do such a thing. Killox was thrown by the wind into the sparse ocean, and he drifted away the other direction, becoming the Killox River, providing more water to all.
Corsi then considered this rough morning a large victory for him. He took the chief’s charm on Matsul’s table, and attempted to put it on. “No,” said a voice from above. “Ancestors, don’t do such as to mess with my head,” said Corsi. He attempted again to put on the chief’s charm. “No,” said the voice again. Corsi ignored the voice, and put the charm around his neck. It went off of his neck, and back onto the table. “You are unworthy,” said the voice again. 
Corsi ignored the voices and messages. He took a journey to a beach far away, near the present-day settlement Kindport, and climbed a large rock. Steps seemed to be built into the rock, almost unnaturally. He made it to the top of the rock, only to fall off and decease himself. But he didn’t turn into a river. Instead, his body and spirit drifted away across the Killox River, only to end at a little waterfall near the present-day settlement Rift City. 
Over there, there were the golden strings, still standing after all that has happened in this time period. Corsi attempted to take the strings, but he couldn’t as a spirit. He saw Killox’s spirit pick it up. “How?” Corsi asked himself. “Why can’t I just take the strings?” 
The strings were activated, and a big, bright golden light shined across, and Corsi was moved forcefully far away, near the towering mountains. There, he could see the end of the Matsul River, with his spirit standing at the spring. “Father?” Corsi asked. “I am extremely disappointed in you, son,” said Matsul simply.
“Can you say hello anymore?” said Corsi. Matsul just ignored him. “Why did you give the strings to Killox?”
“I knew he would go on to do great things, and I knew you wouldn’t. Power is not your answer. You should have tried to be more like Killox, and you would have had a chance to be in that position.” These words echoed in Corsi’s head over and over. He lost his chance. He lived with large regrets for the rest of his time as a spirit, eternally, and now tries to guide others and help them not be like him.
=== Cynetian ===
Ver ons vived a Kotakett cyffa pasetine nume Grannepa Matsul, near the settlement of Sillowawie. His son, Corsi, loved him with much of his heart, but at the same time, he was promised chief by the time Grandfather Matsul died. Corsi was somewhat fond of himself being at a high position, and looked forward to having power over the Western Kotaketts. Everyone loved Grandfather Matsul dearly, he seemed to speak no rude word of anyone else in the tribe, which filled Corsi with jealousy at many times. He was stuck in his mind on whether he should spend more time with Matsul, or kill him.
=== Kynto Anglese ===
Many of the Kynto Anglese translations were found damaged, so the official version was made in 1989 by historians using other works written in the dialect.
Onese, a Kotakett chief lived long ago by the name beln Grandfather Matsul, ny the place beln Sillowawie. Hyn son, Corsi, had much heart fyr him, byth onese the same, he had been promised chief status by the moment Grandfather Matsul deceased. Corsi had been somewhat fond of himself beine beln a high status, and had awaited the moment he had stance oer the Western Kotaketts. All had dear heart fyr Grandfather Matsul, he seemed to tell nothing poor beln other tribesmen, whych had promoted jealous feeling in Corsi on occasions. He was stuck within hyn mind on whether he should bond with Matsul, or murder him.
The brother beln Corsi, Killox, was deemed perfect in nature. He had gould features in almost evry way. Corsi did not like Killox, thim, not at all. Grandfather Matsul called over hyn sons oer to offer them gifts. “Hyr, myn sons. Take these. Corsi, please, take myn undersize deer charm. It will aid you in this land beln heavy rain.” Corsi had appreciated the gift very much. “Killox, take these. Myn golden strings. A charm beln luck, immortality, and prosperity. It would gyde you further if you are chosen as chief. It is also gould wyth water, you will have the ability to swim afar and again here. You will have the ability to gyde waterfalls bove and low. You will have the ability to reflect your personal features on the land and make it more prosperous than currently.”
“Byth father,” told Killox in question. “Why have you not used this past?”
“I believe Kinetia is perfect at the current moment. Besides, I had been waiten fyr the correct one chosen to activate it, and it must not be me.” Corsi had jealous feeling that was visible. Though, he had decided to let the feeling go at the moment.
After that night, during the new dawn, Corsi had decided to go wyth Matsul on hyn routine hike to the cliffs by the sea. The had sun overtook the sky, and the sands were brighter in visibility. The birds were around, and the ocean was too, byth in a tranquil and forgiving sense. “Thankyn, my kind son. Dearly thankyn fyr comen wyth me on myn contact wyth nature.”
Corsi had shed a tear from hyn own eye, and hyn face was visibly indescribable. Onese the same, the skies were becoming a shade beln gray, and rain clouds were settelen in the horizon, and it seemed as though they came from nowhere. Similarly unexpected, Corsi had pushed Matsul tybeln the sea cliff, and he fell. He had hit the rocks and landed on the sand, soon cleaned by the ocean as hyn decease inevitably arrived. He had drifted away in the waves and soon became a mighty river, the Grand River Matsul, providen water to all.
Corsi had walked again to the tribe, both wyth sad and victorious feelings. The collective tribe had found themselves confused, thim, as Corsi was arriving lone. He proceeded to make an announcement, audibly wyth a poor, yet victorious tone. “Your great chief, Matsul, has deceased. I now have chief status.” The tribe responded wyth a firm gasp.
Killox responded at quick speed. “You murdered him, have you not? You are a horrific traitor and a shameful, blood-handed bastard! I dear hope you jump tybeln a sea cliff beln a significant height and become deceased yourself along wyth your arrogance! Addis, you have a faint amount beln a mind. You have not remembered that we have to engage in a fight through hands to receive status as chief.”
“Alright,” replied Corsi. “The first to fall receives status as chief.” They had fought wyth their fists in a tough manner. Motivated by the feelings anger and rage affecten him, Killox was succeeden. Corsi proceeded to reveal a sharp cutting tool beln stone and fought Killox usen the tool. The crowd had gasped and wondered why Corsi would do such a thing. Killox was then carried by the wind and was lead into the sparse ocean. He had drifted away the opposite direction from hyn grandfather, becomen the Killox River, providen more water to all.
Corsi had then considered this rough morning a major victory fyr him. He had took the chief’s charm from Matsul’s table and had attempted to wear it. “No,” told a voice from above. “Ancestors, do not make a filth beln me,” told Corsi. He had attempted again to wear the chief’s charm. “No,” told the voice again. Corsi had ignored the voice and wore the charm around hyn neck. The charm left hyn neck and went again to the table. “You have no worth,” told the voice again.
Corsi had ignored the voices and their messages. He went on a journey to a beach afar, ny the current place beln Kindport, and he had climbed an upsize rock. Steps were built into the rock in a way that had seemed unnatural. He had successfully arrived on the top beln the rock, only to fall tyr and decease himself. However, he did not become a river. Instead, hyn body and spirit had drifted away through the Killox River, only to end at an undersize waterfall ny the current place beln Rift City.
Oer there, the golden strings lied, remainen upright even after the diverse eventful sequence. Corsi had attempted to take the strings, byth he could not as a spirit. In hyn vision, he had noticed the spirit beln Killox taken the strings. “How could this be?” Corsi asked himself. “Why am I unable to take the strings?”
The strings were then activated. A bright, golden light shined across and Corsi was moved by force to lands afar, ny the prominent mountains. In hyn vision, he had noticed the end beln the Matsul River, wyth Matsul's spirit standen at the spring. “Father?” Corsi asked. “I feel extreme disappointment around you, son,” told Matsul simply.
“Are you able to greet me any longer?” told Corsi. Matsul had ignored him. “Why have you given the strings to Killox?”
“I had known he would proceed to commit great acts and I had known you would not. High stance and status is not your answer. You should have tried to be more similar to Killox and you would have had a chance to take that status.” These words echoed personally to Corsi repetitively. He had lost hyn chance. He then lived wyth major regrets fyr the rest beln hyn time as a spirit, these thoughts appearing eternally. He now attempts to gyde others and help them not follow hyn path.
== Reception ==
The Golden Strings had generally positive reception by the time of its release, but some Cynetians complained about the constant use of death in the story.
== Morals ==
The morals are generally perceived as "love your family" and "don't chase power."
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