It's Miss History's fault

Part 1


The village

There was a village far away from here. Clean from foreign intervention and totally self-sufficient in resources. They didn't trade because they didn't have to and neither knew about it. They didn't travel because they thought there was no place beyond the horizons they met and they didn't have any special education except for what they had learned about farming through years.

This village, far enough, was struck by natural calamities in a frequency that was unpredictable - main calamity being tornadoes.
So once upon a time in this village, unreachable, there lived only few families in the ancient times (as others were destroyed by a recent tornado). One of the families, Tehou's family, was expecting a new addition to their family count - a baby was right on its way to this miserable world.

 Tehou was waiting outside his old wooden hut. It was in this very hut that he, his father, his father's father and his grandest father had taken their first breaths. Now, it was his newborn that was heading there.

Roars of thunders. "It has been 4 hours, Lord Nerau, please bless me with a boy now. I can not wait more, my Lord. I can not.", prayed the 45 years old Tehou. Roars of thunders again and he was blessed, not with a boy but with a tornado. Aghast he looked towards the farthest. All black. Thunders banging the drums to rejoice the arrival of the dancing devil, as the  villagers had termed it.

His eyes watered but his ears charmed when he heard the first cry of his newborn. In a vibrant hurry he went inside. It was a girl. The local nurse (a maiden) stood aside, letting him see his daughter. He held his daughter high, started crying and then took her outside to bury her alive just to avenge his God (yes he didn't care for his wife who, as apparent, was begging him not to do so). Hustling wind blew his loincloth here and there. The pricking dust was...well, pricking him.

He approached to put the innocent victim in the newly dug grave but then roars of thunders. He stopped. Terrified, he went inside and while going inside, he fell, had his neck hit hard on a stone and he died. The daughter he was holding had landed safely on the ground.

Maiden rushed and took the innocent survivor in her hand (she was standing outside watching all what was happening and she couldn't save the baby because she had once been banged with the small axe by the dead man amidst save-the-baby wrestle and she couldn't take another one, for that would have taken her life then).

She didn't take her inside, instead, bandaged her head and looking at the approaching tornado she ran and ran to find a safe place and after few hours of journey she was on a mountain from where she could see her village being destroyed again by the calamity...

Part 2: The Aftermath

Part 3: The Fault