Once upon a time, grandma began, a night hunter with his headlamp was approaching this river and when he saw a lion he climbed a tree leaving his headlamp underneath the tree. The mystery lion headed toward the shining light. When he aimed to shoot, the Lion spoke in a human voice begging him not to.
“You have been killing my children and that is why you wife of ten years marriage has been barren. Do unto others as you wish them do to you.” A female benevolent voice from a lion? Out of fear he shot but nothing happened to the lion. Then an eerie sound began to come from the direction of the river. He jumped down and ran home dumb. People began to notice dead bloated bodies of big animals, females and their young as if dunked with legs up, till it happened to a visiting mother and daughter. The hunter recovered after some years and told his story. He stopped hunting.
Like the Dead Sea, Ori River swallows everything that crosses its path. This dread lingered for generations.
(Culled from The Last Curse chatp6)