"In the legend, Tiddalik awoke one morning with an unquenchable thirst, and began to drink until all the fresh water was greedily consumed. Creatures and plant life everywhere began to die due to lack of moisture. Other animals conspired against Tiddalik, and devised a plan for him to release all of the water he had consumed. This was successfully coordinated by a wise old Wombat, when Nabunum the eel made Tiddalik laugh when he tied himself in comical shapes. As Tiddalik laughed, the water rushed out of him to replenish the lakes, swamps and rivers. […] The flood caused many to drown and others to be stranded on islands. Those stranded were rescued by Borun the pelican." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molech
The story that cost me my faith, not in a god/God, but in the exclusivity of one true god. Replaced instead with a world with a plurality of religions and beliefs. Followed quickly by the delight in finding that atlases become out-dated. My best and only epiphanies wasted on my ten-year-old self.