Fiction: Group 3
One, staring straight into Lo-shen’s eyes, snapped, “Why did you do this to us?”
“You have been polluting my river. Water is a very valuable resource and we should treasure it. I
am surprised your brilliant chief did not tell you this,” Lo-shen responded sarcastically.
”Who does she think she is? She cannot criticize our chief!” the villagers muttered to one another.
“Now stop this!” Lo-shen exclaimed in anger. “I shall still help you, but you must have a
punishment!” She gazed to the sky and at a snap of her fingers, Lo-shen sent the water in the village into
the sky where it became water vapour.
They now knew what Lo-shen was capable of and were too scared to pollute her rivers ever again.
The second the water was gone, they immediately went on their knees and begged Lo-shen for forgiveness.
Some younger ones even started to sob.
Finally, the chief stood up and pleaded with the Goddess, “This is mainly my fault, and I am very
sorry Lo-shen. I should have listened to you. We will stop polluting the river. Please do not punish us
more.”
Lo-shen pitied them, but what they did was wrong, so she softened up a bit and responded, “You
will be punished, but only once a year.”
Before anyone could argue with Lo-shen, she and her servants were gone. No one knew what the
punishment was or when it would occur, so they just had to be prepared for anything.
The next winter, when the sun was shining brightly in the sky, Lo-shen decided it was time to
punish the people for polluting her river. She sent storms and typhoons to the village, trenching it with
water in between the months of June and September. Even till nowadays, Lo-shen still remembers to
punish the people, sending tempestuous storms, which soak everyone and everything in the region.
