Once upon a time, long ago in the mountains, there was a young girl named Lif. Lif belonged to a heathen tribe that lived in the ice cold mountain caves- but she was curious. Everyone always told her to stay up the mountain because it was safer, and that people who had big guns and believed in a false God lived at the bottom of it. But Lif wanted to leave the mountain- she wanted to know about this “God” and about what lay away from her home. So one cold day, Lif set out on her own to go down the mountain... nothing with her but a fur cloak and some meat.
Lif discovered a small tribe of Catholics at the base of the mountain. They didn’t know about the tribe up the mountain and thought she was just a homeless wanderer. They took her in, and taught her all about God and how to cook and live like a civilized young woman. After a year, Lif, who had changed her name to Olivia, decided to go back up the mountain to tell her tribe that the people at the base of the mountain were kindly folk, and so once again she set out up the mountain- but she never got to see her tribe. They saw her, and since she was dressed like a person from the mountain base tribe, they shot her down with arrows on instinct. Only upon going to loot the body did the tribe folk discover- that they had shot their own friend.
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