An ancient mountain clan once protected the lands of Ngāti Tūwharetoa, at the southern end of Lake Taupō. They were Tongariro, Pūtauaki, Taranaki and Tauhara; among them was the beautiful Pīhanga. These mountains were not ordinary mountains. They were nobels, warriors, gods.
Across the ages the warriors fell in love with Pīhanga and although she adored them all, she refused to choose one to be her husband. The mountains argued until it was agreed that they would fight for her love.
A fierce war shook the land. The earth trembled and rocks spewed about the dark sky. Soon, light was no more. One after the other the mountains fell, and when the dust settled Tongariro stood victorious.
The defeated warriors were forced to leave but could only travel at night. Pūtauaki looked one last time at Pīhanga, and bowed his head as he walked into the darkness. The rising sun caught him on the Kaingaroa plains, near the present town of Kawerau where he stands today.
Taranaki was sad. He travelled west, his tears formed the Whanganui river. At sunrise he stood on the west coast facing the setting sun.
Tauhara was a favourite of Pīhanga and together they had twins named Maunganamu. With one twin in tow, and the other by Pīhanga, Tauhara left and stopped often to look back at his loved ones. By dawn the pair had not gone far only reaching the northern end of Lake Taupō. Tauhara watches over the town of Taupō and across to Pīhanga with his Maunganamu nearby.
After the battle, Tongariro - the mightiest of them all, married Pīhanga. To this day, they stand together on the central plateau of the North Island.