The Lord of the Clouds

     Many years ago, in the region of Jinotega, a boy named Mixtli was born. As he grew older, he showed no interest in the typical activities of his age. Instead, day after day, all he did was sit and watch Cerro Chirinagua, obsessed with the pretentious idea of wanting to speak with the gods and see what they looked like.

    But the gods did not like the idea of a mere mortal wanting to speak with them, and they decided to punish him. His young skin wrinkled in an instant, his once black hair turned silver, and by the end of the day, the boy had become a stone giant. Since then, Mixtli, the Lord of the Clouds, still stands there, now covered by the lush forest, eternally gazing at the sky and forever guarding the mists of Jinotega and the rains that bless and beautify this region.