So this is Nellie's fault to an extent, my sitting down and sowing some seeds of ides and seeing what kinds of weeds may grow. I am happy with the concept of this myth; I like the little nods to other ideas and the medieval legends but essentially I like the overall message; summer is coming, the weather is getting a lot better and soon the land will be lush and bountiful and full of LIFE.
I am sure it will undergo a revision or two, and I can hazard a guess a to how will be in an ideal position to make and corrections or additions/subtractions. Fire away chaps!
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The songs of the Gods and the Ungods had reached the ears of Rigantona in the Halls of the dead. The songs of all peoples of the land the and animals who lived in, on and above they had called her back to the Land she had once formed from the flesh of Dyeus.
In her absence the Wives of Winter had given birth to many sons and the first among them was the Thorn tree. In the absence of Rigantona he had stretched his arms across the land and choked the life from it; all things which grew were shrouded under his twisted and thorny grip and all things which ran and breathed were scratched and torn at by his thorns. And so it was that even with the passage of Rigantona back into this world, the growing and breeding all of all living things was not able to come back with her.
Rigantona passed over the land as best she could, everywhere she went her passage was hindered by black branches and tearing thorns and so she set out to clear the Chief Thorn tree from her way.
She went to the only one of the First Animals she knew who could pass unhindered across the land; Mokkonos and went to him as a white sow. The son she bore from him was taken up by the gods. Gobannos forged for him a great iron spear, which Ambactonos sung into a charm of cutting that only he knew for the strongest of ploughs for tending the wildest of lands.
This narrow boar of a son of Rigantona was borne by her to the heart of the Thorn and there sought to do battle with him. He took his song charmed spear and drove it deep into the heart of the Thorn and stole almost all of it's life from it.
As the life fled from his body, Rigantona sang into his veins and his blood began to course anew in his body. As it did so every part of him and his offspring put out fresh new leaves to cover their hard black branches and soften their wicked black thorns.
As the last breath left the Chief Thorn Rigantona seized it up and cupped it in her hands, there she mixed it with the blood sap which spilled into the soil and breathed life into her.
Rigantona set her narrow boar son and his new wife to travel the land pushing back the sons of the Thorn, and as they passed the White Track daughter of the Thorn set the branches with blossom.
This is why, once the son of Rigantona and his White Track Wife pass across the landscape and set the dead thorns with leaf and with blossom, the fullness of Rigantona will pass by soon after.