Rescued by the Eagle

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People

There was snow on the ridge that day. Shining Water did the best she could keeping the others warm. When she saw the eagle, she was hopeful that something good was about to happen. The eagle looked at her and came lower. She could see now what was in the huge bird’s talons. It was a feather! It was not just any feather – it was a feather that was decorated, a feather that someone would wear!

She boldly stood, and placed her hands in front of her. She understood the feather was a gift for her, and she placed her arms out to receive it. The eagle seemed to understand, because he swooped down and dropped the feather in front of her. One of his huge wings brushed her face, as she felt the air from his power.

woman in snowShe was elated, and as the immense bird took off to the south, she raised her hands to the heavens. She was filled with the power of encouragement. The Creator was in this place and working. She yelled to the eagle, “Go and tell them where we are!” The eagle responded with a beautiful yell, an eagle yell.

It took the search party more than a day to get there. They followed the eagle the best they could, and hoped for the best. When the eagle first returned to them they measured the time and how fast the eagle flew, giving them an estimate for the distance. They moved as fast as they could, even Bluebird did well with the travel.

Shining Water realized the search party may need more help in finding the four of them. Early the next morning she gave Coyote the last amount of herbal medicine she had. He was still burning up, and she was concerned about the cough. She explained to the twins on what to do while she was gone. She took Coyote’s bow and his arrows, and two knives, and headed down the valley to see if she could find the people looking for them.

By midday the eagle kept hovering over Shining Water as she walked alone, by the creek. The search party could see the eagle hovering, circling in one area, even though he was miles away. They took this as a sign, and two of the men, raced ahead of the others, as fast as their horses would carry them. It was Thunder Speaking and Wild Horse, that found her first. When she saw them coming, she sank to her knees and wept. She had never been so happy to see other people, in her whole life. When she heard Thunder Speaking – talking to her in the Ite language, she wept even more. tipi on mountain

When the search party made it to the ridge, where the other Ite people were struggling to keep warm, it was late in the day. They decided to make a camp for the night, complete with the small lodges they had brought. Sky, sprung into action, with medicines, and warm buffalo blankets for Coyote. They decided to stay there until the healing had taken place.

Just before the sun went down, they heard the yell of the eagle. They all went outside, except for Coyote. As they saw the eagle circling, they each raised a hand to him, and said, “Thank you!” As they watched him soar into the heavens, they all had tears in their eyes.

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This is day 4 of the 5 day challenge of 5 photos – 5 stories. Thanks again to http://randombytesfromlife.wordpress.com and from Reflection of a Rainbow at http://saadiapeerzada.wordpress.com

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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The Search Party

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People

“Daughter you cannot do this, it is much too dangerous!” Bull Elk was raising his voice now, but it was not from anger. He was terrified for his daughter. Bluebird loved her father, but she stood her ground. “Father I need to be with my husband, and we believe most of the Ite in the mountains are women or young girls.” “They need a woman there.” This part made sense, but Bull Elk launched out again with, “Daughter you are expecting a child!” Bluebird did not waver, “I will be on horseback father, and you know how children love the motion of riding”. She was right again. Her father was about to grasp for more straws, when someone came to their lodge door.

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When Sky came in, she did not hesitate, but explained, “I too can go with the search party”…..she looked at both of them, and continued “… and with Bluebird.” Bull Elk was speechless. Women in a search party? This had never been done before, at least not that he could remember. Who was going to talk some sense into these two?

It had been a warm day, and the snow from the day before, had melted. Trees could be seen with buds, and there were more birds singing in the area now. Life was returning. The people decided to have a meeting, around the large fire in the middle of the village. It was about the search party. Everyone agreed that a search party should go, but who should be a part of it? Men and women were at the meeting (another area of concern for Bull Elk), and everyone that wanted to, had an opportunity to speak their mind.

Sky was a strong woman, and she made a good case for her going with the men. She might be needed as a healer, and she thought she could help find the Ite, due to being a seer. She said this with the utmost humility, the way Cricket in the Meadow had taught her. She wanted to help, and the truth was, they would have an easier time of finding the people, with her along. Her husband to be, Wild Horse, spoke in favor of this. It did make good sense, and the people agreed.

The only question now centered around Bluebird. Of course it would be up to her, and Thunder Speaking, but everyone was concerned for her safety. It would be dangerous. The rivers and streams would be flooded due to melted snow, and impossible to crossover. They also might be gone for weeks. Would they be safe for that long?

It coyote 2was warm the next day, and the four Ite people in the mountains made a lot of progress, going east. They always traveled east, up hills, down into valleys, and along the sides of mountains. Shining Water and the twins, Hummingbird, and Walks with Deer, were greatly encouraged by the sun on their faces. Even Coyote, starting thinking that their adventure was a good thing. He knew that wherever Thunder Speaking was, it was a good place, and they would be safe there. He knew they needed a people to belong to.

Everything was going well…..until the bear started chasing them. They  rounded the bend of a mountainside trail, and saw the cave. Before they knew it, they heard the roar, and the bear charged them, as they ran as fast as they could down the mountain. Fortunately the mother bear was weak, from hibernating. She did not run after them very long, but Hummingbird took a bad fall, and sprained her ankle.

One thing was for certain, they could really use some help right now.

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Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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Lost in the Mountains

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People

He knew they shouldn’t have come here. He told them they shouldn’t come, and they wouldn’t listen. They had dreams that told them to find Thunder Speaking, and so here they were, lost at the end of the world. Were they insane? Dreams like this could kill a person, and it was snowing again, in spite of the fact that it was early spring.

The four of them made a shelter from hides they had carried. It was three sided, with the open side facing the fire he started building. The back of the shelter was against some large rocks, which also helped to protect them. It was late afternoon, and the valley was quiet, except for a herd of elk they could hear in the distance, and the snow falling softly.

He tried to calm down. He hadn’t been civil to anyone all day, barking and snapping at them, even when they asked simple questions. He was being stupid and he knew it. He also resented traveling with a woman he did not love, and her two younger cousins. The girls were about 10 years old, and twins. But the four of them were the last surviving members of the Ite people, besides Thunder Speaking. Once they were in the shelter and the fire was burning brightly, he began thinking quietly, that he should apologize, and pray that they would find their way out of the mountains. herd

“I think Thunder Speaking is warm in his lodge, with his wife right now”, the strange but hopeful words, came from Shining Water. He shot a glance at her that said, “Don’t talk about being warm right now!”, but he said nothing. She was a good woman really, but she was too quiet, usually. When he thought about that, he realized that her talking just now, was an act of courage, an act of faith – that somehow it would all turn out ok. He looked at her closely and thought that she was not only sad, but tears were forming in her eyes. He looked at the twins and saw much of the same. They were all losing hope.

“I apologize”, he was surprised that he said it, but there it was. These two words, these two simple words, changed everything. They all started smiling again, as they ate together in their shelter. Hope returned to the four of them.

Later that night, in the Tsi village, Thunder Speaking woke up screaming, “No!”, “No!”. His wife Bluebird, grabbed his arm and asked him what it was. When he explained the dream, they both cried together, and prayed for the Ite people. They did not think the dream meant that the Ite would die, only that they needed help. He was more determined than ever to try and find them. They both knew he would be leaving soon, even if it meant going alone. Then the thought came to her…. she could go too.

 

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Notes for new readers:

The Tsi people, and their village, is where most of the stories take place.

The Grie people: Have been friends with the Tsi people for many generations, and 15 of them came to the Tsi village over the winter, seeking refuge. They now live with the Tsi.

The Ite people: Originally these people lived near the western coast, but war and sickness decimated them. Today there are only 5 people left. Thunder Speaking, who lives with the Tsi, and the 4 lost in the mountains.

All of the tribal names are fictitious, which I have done for two reasons. For one, I do not want to offend any First Nations people if I do not represent them accurately. Secondly, it gives me greater flexibility in being creative, with the characters, and the customs of the people.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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The Healing of the People and the Earth

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People of the 1700’s

The snow was melting now and the people were beginning to heal. The long, difficult winter was fading as a memory. The first sprouting of flowers could be seen, peaking through the ground, sometimes coming up through the snow, determined to make an appearance. There was no holding back their life. It was time to live again.

The people felt the same way. They had experienced great sadness, but there had been joy too. There had also been tremendous victory over fear. Sky, was especially grateful for the freedom from fear that she had experienced, even though thinking about the victory, brought back memories of Cricket in the Meadow. The people had also won a victory over the spirit of war. Relying on the Creator, they had come together and been moved by the Great Spirit. The Ulani warrior (and the hunting party he was part of) had vanished. There was peace, and there would be peace, and everybody knew it.

mother and toddlerOn a very practical level the people were busy, and humming with new life. Young mothers, including Redwing, were busy with their children, and the men were hunting. The people were growing and needed to be fed! The pregnant women were busy also making plans, making clothing, and comparing notes with each other. There was more time spent outside, and even talking became an outdoor activity, as long as there was a fire close by.

There was a large fire built almost every evening, in the middle of the village so the people could be together more as a group. On one warm evening they were all singing, when they noticed two points of light in their midst getting larger and taking shape, turning into people – or rather the spirits of two people. It was very brief, but the people were surprised when they saw the spirits of Lone Horse, and Cricket in the Meadow, standing with them and singing too. At the end of the song, the spirit couple waved goodbye, joined hands as they turned, and then disappeared into the night. Sky mentioned, she thought the two of them wanted the people to know they were at peace. No one ever saw them again.

Thunder Speaking was actively seeking wisdom from the Creator on how to help the 4 remaining Ite people, find their way out of the Great Mountains. His people had been devastated by war and sickness, and the White Wolves said they were looking for him. He needed to help them but he did not know how. Should he follow the same path that he praying by the creekhad used, when he came to the Tsi village? How would he ever find that trail again? He decided to seek the advice of men he looked up to, like Standing on the Mountain, Bull Elk, and Seven Hawks. This was too big for him to handle alone. He would often go into the woods to pray.

A number of the women of the village decided to surprise the men one day. Since it was early spring they decided it was time for a Jingle Dress Dance, which was thought to bring healing and restoration. It was the right time. They decided to dance first thing in the morning, which had never been done before, but they wanted the village to wake up to the sound of their dancing. Each woman would dance around her own lodge, and then they would dance in the center as a group. They did need to tell a few men, so they could have the drums ready.

As the women began to dance that morning, there was a feeling of joy, of good things coming in the future, and that they were seeing another day, with the sun shining. There was hope. It was good, and right, and everybody knew it.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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A New Life in the Village

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People in the 1700’s

It was a difficult labor, which began early in the morning. Redwing was quickly surrounded by her friends and loved ones. Holds the Fire, who she now called “mother”, was there with Bluebird. Cricket in the Meadow, and Sky came running when they heard the commotion. Redwing was not only in pain, but her water had broken. Through the contractions Redwing was praying, she said, “I was never good with this part.” Holds the Fire, quickly responded with, “Daughter, none of us are good with this part.”

Hawk in the Sky was there too, but he had no idea what he could do, or should do. He hated seeing his wife in such pain. He felt he was of no use, but Holds the Fire assured him that being there, and holding his wife’s hand, was really all that she needed. So he did hold her hand, and spoke gently to his wife. She loved him for it. Once in a while he would go outside for some fresh air, and to get more wood for the fire.

village at duskWhen Cricket in the Meadow examined Redwing, she found that the baby was in the wrong position, and could never be born in this way. Her daughter Sky launched into action in two ways. First she took out her sack of herbs and mixed an herbal drink, that would help Redwing to remain calm, and it may even help with the delivery. Secondly she began praying, this was going to be a fight and she knew it.

Several women came in and out of the lodge, so word spread quickly that the baby needed to turn. Their love for Redwing turned into prayer. The herbal drink did help Redwing to relax, but did not put her to sleep. Cricket in the Meadow began talking to the child softly, through Redwing’s stomach. They all believed that the child could hear them. Then she began massaging gently Redwing’s belly, so that the baby would move into the right position. They all knew that if they were to put a hand inside, Redwing would most likely get a terrible infection. Sky, and Cricket in the Meadow, took turns talking to the child, praying, and massaging.

After hours of this, they knew time was of the essence. They did not want the child to die inside of Redwing. Sky, began to make smoke so that their prayers would drift up into the heavens. What else could they do? Cricket in the Meadow suggested to Sky that they needed another herbal drink, but they would have to be very careful with using the right amount of each herb, or it could do more harm than good. So they both measured out the herbs, and then double checked them again. They were exhausted, so they wanted to make sure they had it right. herbs from google

It was after the second herbal drink that Redwing felt the baby move in a big way. What a relief! The baby moved one way and then another, until finally their head was in the right position. A short time later the child’s head began to show. It was Sky that helped the baby the rest of the way. It was a girl! A beautiful baby girl was born! Sky, and Holds the Fire quickly wrapped the child to keep her warm, and placed her on her mother’s chest. Both mother and father were weeping from joy. No matter how many times they had seen it, they were all amazed at the miracle of a child being born.

No one saw her, but Cricket in the Meadow, quickly retreated to the other side of the lodge, holding her chest. This birth had taken a lot out of her, and she was in pain. She started having visions of her dead husband’s spirit. She wondered if she would be joining him soon, but she said nothing. She did not want to ruin the joy of the moment.

Once the child started feeding, everyone relaxed. Hawk in the Sky and Redwing, had several names picked out but could not decide at that moment. It was not long before Redwing drifted off to sleep, being held in her husband’s arms. The other ladies left the lodge, exhausted and happy.

Sky did notice Cricket in the Meadow, was especially tired. Was that a cringe of pain? She quickly asked, “Mother? Are you alright?”

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The White Wolves – Conclusion

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People in the 1700’s

As the young man Two Wolves, spoke with the wolf-spirits, he was amazed that they seemed to know everything about him, and that they genuinely cared about even the smallest details. The male wolf-spirit said, “It is good and right, for you to be in love with Songbird, never be ashamed of this”. The Creator cared about his love life? Tears came to the young man’s eyes, and they talked for some time.

It was dark by the time the wolf-spirits asked to talk to Standing on the Mountain. They spoke to him as the leader he was. Standing on the Mountain was not a proud, haughty leader. He was humble, and wise. The wolf-spirits complimented him and told him to continue to be the man the people needed as their spiritual leader. “Be the counselor, be the one the people turn to, for spiritual and relational matters.” “Many people will turn to you because of the wisdom you have been given”. They also mentioned that Cricket in the Meadow, would not be alive on the earth much longer. They asked Standing on the Mountain to please help Sky, and have the women of the village reach out to her, and accept her, as the new healer of the people, when the time

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came. “The Creator flows through her, in a powerful way”, said the male wolf-spirit.

When it was Thunder Speaking’s turn, he was told, “There are four other Ite (pronounced Ee-teh) people still alive, and they are searching for you”. The female wolf-spirit seemed to have great compassion for the Ite. “They have just begun their journey through the Great Mountains, and will need help finding their way.” “You must help them”. She also said, “Thunder Speaking, you will be a leader of people, but not just of one group, or people of just one language.” “You are to lead people that are different from one another”. Thunder Speaking was humbled by this, but said nothing. His heart started burning for his people.

They spoke many other things to the three men together. These things included what the men did not understand, until much later, about other people groups they would see, and learn about. Some would be victims of war. They would come to seek refuge, much the way the Grie people did, and Thunder Speaking had done.

It was very dark now, but the men were not afraid. When the men heard a twig snap, they all turned to see what the noise was. They did not see anything. When the men turned back to the white wolves, they were gone! So the three of them began to walk back to the village, in the dark, guided by the light of the moon.

They were too stunned to talk about what had happened. No one knew what to say. They knew though, that the Creator knew everything, and He cared about them as well.

They each decided on their own, not to say anything about what the white wolves had said. When they arrived back at the village they were asked where the deer were that they had gone hunting for. They simply shrugged and smiled. All three of them were glad to be home.

The very next day, Redwing went into labor……

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Blessings to everyone, and PEACE!

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The White Wolves

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People of the 1700’s

It was unusual to see a white wolf, yet alone to see two at the same time. The three men moved carefully now through the deep forest. Standing on the Mountain, Thunder Speaking, and Two Wolves, had gone out deer hunting. Now they felt hunted themselves.

In addition to be being white, the wolves were not hunting in a pack. The men could only see the two, and wolves did not hunt like that. And how did they move so quickly? Were they spirits? The men would be walking, careful to not make any noise, and see the two white images moving on their left. They would turn and speak softly to one another or make signals with their hands, and when they looked up the strange animals would be on their right. One thing was certain. They needed to turn around and turn back to the village.

The sun had not gone down yet, but the forest was getting dark. The three men got down low, and whispered to each other, conferring about what to do. They decided to go back the way they came, and quickly. They stood up to leave when the heard the first voice. “Please do not leave, we need to speak with you.” It was a woman’s voice. They looked around, saw no one, and then looked at each other. They walked briskly now, the way they came. Rounding a corner through thick trees, the three of them were shocked when they found their way blocked. The two white wolves were blocking the trail! They were also the largest wolves any of them had ever seen, at least 3 times the size of most wolves. bow and arrow

Instinctively the three men reached for their bows, but they did not draw them, or aim them. The woman’s voice spoke again, “Can we speak with you?” It came from the wolves! What choice did they have? They did not see their mouths move, but clearly the wolf on the left had spoken. The young man Two Wolves, knew something special was happening, and looked at the two men he was with. In his eyes he was pleading with them, to let him talk to the wolves. The two men nodded yes, and Two Wolves stepped forward. He was remembering another time he had experienced two wolves in the wilderness. Those wolves had not spoken to him, but he knew they had been sent to him that day. That was the day his name had changed, to what it was now.

“I am Two Wolves”, he boldly declared. The two wolves looked at each other, turned to the young man, and said at the same time, “Yes we know”. The white wolves spoke with the young man for a while, as the three men stood there. The wolves spoke, about the village, and that Redwing would have a child soon. She would be a beautiful child, that would make both of her parents very happy. They turned to the young man and said, “Two Wolves, you have an important job to do among the people”. “You are to be a peacemaker”. With that, the wolf with the woman’s voice asked the men, “May we talk to Two Wolves, alone?”

Standing on the Mountain, and Thunder Speaking were hesitant, and were considering the young man’s safety. Standing on the Mountain, asked the white wolves a question, “Are you spirits?” They did not expect the answer they received, but it did help them to relax. The female wolf said, “In a way yes.” “We have been sent from the Creator.” The male wolf also added, “It is much like when Thunder Speaking, received help from the black and white stallion”. With that the two older men backed up and felt that Two Wolves would be safe……

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The Conclusion of The White Wolves very soon!

Blessings to you and Peace!

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The Seeker Returns

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Contemporary Microfiction About First Nations People

He came down off the mountain, that afternoon, and was carrying more than just his belongings. He was thinking, and his heart was filled with questions. What was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to do with all of the supernatural that had occurred? On the one hand his vision quest had been a huge success. He felt connected to the earth and to his people now, but what was he supposed to do with it all? How do you take feelings and put them into action?

The woman in white did give him some directions. He had a few people in mind that could teach him the old ways, or at least some of the songs. He knew, that he knew, he was to be a drummer, but he needed to learn that as well. Here he was seventeen, and he knew almost nothing of his people’s ways. He had rejected it all, for a long time. Tears filled his eyes, as he reached the old pickup at the bottom of the mountain. He threw his gear in the back, and headed for home.

And for the first time in his life he wanted to dance, but he did not know much about it – other than feeling the music, and flowing with it. As he drove the highway, he realized he was getting ahead of himself, and he thought about his time on the mountain, and the incredible peace there. He inwardly relaxed, and began to think of what to tell his father and mother. food

His parents were at the dinner table when he came in. There was some small talk, as Johnny drank some chicken broth. He was feeling weak and hungry now from all the fasting. Then he opened up, and told them everything, including seeing his Grandfather’s spirit, and the vision of the lady in white. His mother was shocked that all of this had taken place, while his father just sat there and glowed. And he told them, “I remembered what Grandfather used to call me, it was Nighthawk”. “That’s the name I want to go by”. “And I need someone to teach me the ways, the songs, maybe even the language.”

Two weeks later he was being taught after work, by Tom Crowfoot, a trusted friend and a member of the people’s council. Nighthawk thought it was unusual, but Tom started out his training by telling stories, not just any stories, but stories about, and by, his people. He started with creation, how people came into being, and how his tribe began, and then how they lived in the mountains in peace, for many years. He even told funny stories about husbands and wives. After all that was a part of life, and part of the history of the people.

nighthawk on blue“You must find out where you are from – in order to know where you are going”, was Tom’s favorite expression. There was so much wisdom in this, and in the stories. The two of them would sit outside, if the weather was nice, and carve wood, Tom while he talked, and Nighthawk while he listened.

Tom never stopped telling stories, there were always stories to tell. But after a couple of weeks he began to teach Nighthawk some songs. They flowed like a river. Nighthawk’s spirit began to soar – and it would never stop soaring. The first song they sang together, was about the eagle, and as Nighthawk closed his eyes to feel the song even more, he had a vision. He saw himself dancing – and he was dancing the Eagle Dance…….

 

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Dreams of War – The Conclusion

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Historical Microfiction

The war was already over. The people had won and everybody knew it. Regardless of what happened externally, they had won the internal war over fear, and discouragement. They would not be defeated by their circumstances. Most of the people had been up all that night, praying and encouraging one another, visiting each other, and even singing. They were all ready for the Ulani warrior.

In particular Cricket in the Meadow, and Sky were ready. Cricket in the Meadow had been praying so much, she had a tangible glow, on and around her face. Sky, had gone out in the middle of the night, to where the horses were kept (her favorite place for seeking the Creator). She had a vision of speaking in the Ulani language and saying particular words to the warrior. She ran back to the lodge, and told her mother, Cricket in the Meadow.horses at night

Cricket in the Meadow was one of the few people left in the village that could speak Ulani. “Mother, how do you say, ‘We know you are Ulani’…” Then Cricket in the Meadow, would give her the words, and they would practice their pronunciation. There were other words too, and after Sky had learned all the words she was supposed to say, Cricket in the Meadow taught her how to get rid of her Tsi accent, so she would sound more Ulani. Both of them felt these words would be important during the battle.

No one was sure who first saw the Ulani warrior, that foggy morning. It wasn’t important. No one screamed, and no one yelled, or panicked. Small verbal signals were given, like when the men went hunting. One by one, each family came out of their lodge, and stood silently in the shadows, looking at the warrior. Several of the men did have weapons in their hands, but they were not pointed at the stranger.

people in a fogAll of this surprised the Ulani warrior. He was shocked, because his being there, was supposed to cause the exact opposite reaction. He knew he could be killed in an instant, but he just sat there silently on his horse, observing their strange behavior. No one said anything.

And then, in front of him there was a strange glow that began. As it grew and got brighter, it took the shape of a man. His clothing was a pale white, but in the style of the Tsi people. It was an image for sure, of someone that had been alive. The spirit-man then moved closer without walking, but the Ulani’s horse was not frightened. The spirit-man said nothing, but had a very stern look on his face, and then he pointed, back the way the Ulani man had come. He was pointing outside of the village while looking at the Ulani warrior! The Tsi and Grie people recognized the spirit-man as Cricket in the Meadow’s husband, Lone Horse, who had died months ago. They were not afraid, in fact, they felt encouraged that he was there, fighting the battle with them.

The Ulani warrior wanted to leave, he tried to, but he could not move. This place was too strange! Then suddenly he heard a woman’s voice off to the right, coming from the fog. She spoke in perfect Ulani, “We know you are Ulani…..” “We forgive you and your people, for what took place in the past…….there is no war here.” “Now go!” The spirit-man was still looking at him sternly and pointing outside the village. The Ulani warrior nodded his head yes, and started to turn his horse, when a burst of flame came from the middle of the village. A fire had started on its own, without anyone touching it! A strong wind came from the east, strengthened the fire, and lifting the fog within seconds. The Ulani’s horse was frightened now, and danced around, trying to run away.

Before he left, the Ulani warrior could plainly see the face of each one there, as they stared at him, men, women, and children. Their quiet strength and determination, was something he had never seen before. He turned his frightened horse, and galloped off. They never saw the Ulani man again.

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Note: Dreams do not always foretell the future, but they can warn us of a conflict to come. Sometimes how we respond to the dream, and to the conflict, is more important.

Blessings to everyone, and PEACE!

 Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreams of War

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Historical Microfiction About First Nations People

He could not understand why he was dreaming about war. The Tsi and Grie peoples had had peace for many years, generations in fact. Thunder Speaking was at peace, with everyone, including himself. He was in love, newly married, and he and Bluebird were now expecting a child. His arm (injured from fighting wolves) was almost completely healed and he was starting to practice with the bow again.

Yet the dreams persisted. They were always the same, and started with a single warrior watching their village, and then there was an army of warriors behind him. The warrior was always the same. He wore three feathers in his hair, and one side of his head was shaved. Then, in the dream, the men and women of the village, his village now, fought for their lives. There was smoke and destruction, dead bodies were everywhere. And the dream always ended the same, his wife Bluebird, still carrying their child, lay outside their lodge, dead in the snow. He always woke up at this point, sometimes yelling, and always in a cold sweat.

Thunder Speaking prayed about these dreams constantly, even as he walked around the village. Sometimes he went walking and praying, so much so, that his wife grew concerned. She asked him, was there something wrong? All he would say was, “I’ve had bad dreams, and I need to pray”. war

For several days he thought maybe it was because he had experienced so much war himself, and that it was still bothering him. He was the only Ite (pronounced Ee-teh) person in the village. He had come to the Tsi village and had found refuge. After thinking about this for days, he decided his past was not the cause, and each night the war dreams continued.

He decided to go to Standing on the Mountain, their spiritual leader, and they spoke privately in order not to alarm the rest of the village. He was shocked to find out that Standing on the Mountain had a very similar dream. “The warrior is Ulani”, he explained. “It has been four generators since the last war, in fact, we have not even seen any Ulani for more than ten years.” Then Standing on the Mountain further explained that there had been other people in the village with the same, or similar dream, and he was about to call a council meeting to discuss the matter. It was not a good sign.

Dreamcatcher Hawk Feather by Cheryl Lewis via PinterestThunder Speaking later found out that some of the people having the dreams, were those that were spiritual people, like Cricket in the Meadow, and Sky. Many of the people having the dreams though, were not known for having dreams at all, at least not this kind. This included Seven Hawks, and his wife Prairie Flower. They were some of the Grie people. Two Wolves and Songbird, also had the war dreams.

It was the next day when the storms began. It was late winter, early spring, so having storms was not unusual. These storms were odd though, in that they had rain, snow, sleet, then it was warm, then it was cold, and always there was a lot of fog. There was often thunder and lightning, even in a snow storm. The people became uneasy. By this time the whole village had heard about the dreams, and everyone was praying. The men got their weapons ready.

It was during one of the foggy mornings, after a night of rain, that a single warrior used the cover of fog to get close to the village. He kept his horse quiet as he slowly crept forward. He had smelled the lodge fires, and could now see the outlines of the lodges in the fog. A dog barked on the other side of the village and he stopped. He could hear thunder rolling in from the west, and used the noise to get closer, undetected. The fog was thick. Once he was in between two lodges he stopped again to survey the little that he could see. He had three feathers planted in his hair, and one side of his head was shaved….. tipi in the fog

The conclusion of Dreams of War, later today! Thanks for reading! Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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