The Last Man on Planet Earth

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He hid in a cave for three weeks. Fortunately, with this last biological plague, there was no more screaming coming from the valley below. Besides the water he had stockpiled, his most valued possession was his wind up radio, which didn’t need any batteries. The news had all stopped now, and he wasn’t sure how many people had died. But before the broadcasts had ended, he heard that there were a few people, known to have an immunity to the virus. Was he one of them? He wasn’t sure.

Should he go down to look around? The closest buildings were some houses, and further down the mountain, a small shopping center. After waiting two more days, he decided to give it a try, and spend no more than thirty minutes in the area, after which he would quickly retreat back to the cave. He was terrified he would catch whatever it was that had swept through the area so quickly, but his food had run out days ago. He started down the mountain, on foot.

As he walked past the houses that dotted the mountain, there was no one around. Were they all gone now? He stuck to the road as he walked, believing that if he went too close, or knocked on their doors, he would get a pistol or shotgun in his face. Nothing moved. There was only the wind, rustling through the trees.

Several miles later he made his way to the shopping center. He knew there was a 7-11, and a few small stores. Maybe he could get a sandwich at the deli. As he got closer, he could see something wasn’t right. There were clumps of something laying on the ground, he could make out a purse, next to a car with an open door. They were dead bodies!! His mind started racing, he wanted to run. But wait – there was no smell, and they weren’t quite dead bodies. What was going on here?

He noticed there was no sound here either, and the silence was heavy. He managed to calm himself down, as he carefully walked closer. His heart started pounding.

They were clothes, different piles of clothes, without anyone in them! People had fallen right where they were, shoes, belts, hats, all in a mostly neat row, making the outline of a person, but there was no body. Chill bumps ran up and down his spine.

It was very clear that whatever killed these people, dried them up so badly, that it turned their remains into dust, which then blew away in the wind. Would he catch the infection? He didn’t care anymore, he needed food, so he rummaged through the 7-11, and then the deli, loading up his backpack with as much as he could. He took off again, running up the mountain.

He felt horrible taking things that he hadn’t paid for, but he had no choice…….

 

To be continued.

 

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape VIII – Nassau

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Contemporary Microfiction

As the Escape zeroed in on the harbor of Nassau, Robert was tying down the sails, while Belinda guided the yacht from the helm. They were both surprised before they pulled in to the beautiful bay. From miles away they could already see the unmistakable masts of several tall ships. They were as excited as two children in a candy store, pointing, smiling, and saying, “Look at that!”

Once in the bay, they slowly glided by each massive sailing ship. They were awestruck. They saw flags from Nova Scotia, Spain, Portugal, and France. It was Belinda and Robert working the Escape now, while Chuck stayed below deck. He didn’t come up very often, and when he did, he didn’t say anything. Robert thought he had never known a man that could sulk so much. Belinda did try to talk to Chuck, like she said she would, but it didn’t help much.

Once they tied their ropes to a pier, Belinda and Robert talked about their plans, and which ships to visit first. Suddenly, Chuck hurried past them, without saying a word, wearing a shirt and tie, and carrying all his gear! What was that all about? Belinda and Robert looked at each other, and said at the same time, “What is wrong with that guy???” They burst out laughing.

They hurried to the Portuguese brigantine first because it was the largest. Along the way they found there was a tall ship festival for the next three days. It was going to be very crowded. Once on board, Belinda started speaking in perfect Portuguese! “Are you kidding me?” “You know Portuguese?”, he asked her. Belinda just smiled.

They had a great time, touring each ship, talking to the crew about sailing, the sails, the rigging, the speed, “Did they have diesel engines?”, and anything else they could think of. The two of them were inseparable. Robert saw the two of them hanging out, as being best buddies. For Belinda it was more, much more. She kept staring at him, telling herself not to fall in love with him, but she was already madly in love.

Belinda got a phone call from Elaine, and they arranged where to meet up. Jonathan and Elaine had a pick-up, loaded with supplies for the Escape, and they would need help, unloading. They all loaded the Escape, and filled her to the brim, with new provisions. Belinda was already calculating how the yacht would react in the water, with the extra weight.

After they had a quick dinner on the deck, Jonathan shared with everyone, that Chuck would not be returning. Chuck had taken a job in town, at one of the hotels, as a chef. No one said anything else, and there was no need to. The plan was to leave again, at dawn tomorrow, and for the islands further south. They would have to take turns cooking. Robert couldn’t help notice how relaxed, and how in love, Jonathan and Elaine looked. In fact they were glowing.

They all slept onboard that night, well at least Jonathan and Elaine did, in the master bedroom. Both Belinda and Robert had trouble sleeping, and were awake in their bunks, most of the night. Belinda was wondering how long she would have to wait, to tell Robert how she felt. Six months? Did it have to be that long???

To be continued.

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Blessings and peace to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape V – Solitude

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Contemporary Microfiction

He stood up, pushed aside the grief, and started walking. Was it wrong not to grieve? The wet sand beneath his feet seemed to wake him up. He did not want to stop loving her, but it was time to start again. He walked with determination, realizing he needed this beach today. He was pressing in, and pressing on.

He walked for hours, or what seemed like hours, and headed to the point of where the cove met the ocean. He did realize two things on the way there. First he needed help, outside of himself. This was simply too big to meet on his own. He was never a praying man, so he simply said, “God you know what I’m facing, and have faced…..so please help.” That was it, and he said it out loud.

Just after that, he stopped dead in his tracks. The thought came to him as he looked up at the sky, that he felt guilty. The weight of it came crashing in on him. He was alive and she wasn’t, but there was more. He started walking again, until he reached a large group of rocks at the entrance to the cove. He loved the ocean. There was a definite presence there as he watched the horizon, and then the waves.

What could he have done differently? Was there something he could have said, or should have said? Somehow he was blaming himself. He sat down on the rocks with his face in his hands. With his eyes closed, he saw Rachel’s face, and she was smiling at him with a look of tremendous peace. She did not say anything, and then she was gone. He looked up, but she was not there, only the rocks, and the waves.

He was still. The weight began to lift, and he thought maybe Rachel was trying to tell him something. Maybe she was saying that she was alright, and that he would be alright. The longer he sat there, the more he felt something inside. Was it hope? Faith? Confidence? He wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it brought peace.

As he made his way back to the boat, he looked at his watch and found that he had been gone for three hours. As he got closer to the inflatable, he heard yelling, like…..arguing. Sound traveled far across calm water, and he began recognizing the voices…..it was Chuck, and Belinda!

He began running, found the boat, pushed it into the water, and cranked the motor, all within a few seconds. Yep, there was no doubt about it now, Chuck really liked Belinda…….a lot!

 

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Escape III – Sunrise

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Contemporary Microfiction

Three days out from the Bahamas, they all ate breakfast on the deck, watching the sunrise. There had been a storm last night, and they were all awake anyway, so it seemed like the right thing to do. It was a celebration really, of having survived. As Robert looked around the makeshift table, he realized they were all survivors, each in different ways.

Chuck, who was the cook, had whipped up some western style omelets, after getting the kitchen back in order. And as they all sat down to eat, they hesitated, as if someone should pray. They looked at each other, smiled and dug in. Robert thought he had seen tears in some of their eyes. They all savored the omelets, and watched the sun come up over the horizon. It was as if the earth was being born all over again.

He thought about Chuck and the others. Chuck had been a chef in some of the finest restaurants in Miami, until the drugs got ahold of him. After spending more than a year in jail, he was anxious to start again. He needed this job to get his head together, and to be away from the city.

Belinda was the first mate and the best of them all, when it came to sailing. She was a strong woman and she worked almost constantly. Still, once in a while she would tear up, thinking about the broken relationship she was trying to get over. That’s all she ever said about it, and no one asked her more.

Jonathan and Elaine, had lost several fortunes, until they made it big in the cosmetics industry. Now their newest fight was Elaine’s battle with breast cancer. It looked like they were winning though, after the chemo and a double mastectomy. They were learning how to live all over again, thus the sailing trip. With only being in their sixties, they had a lot of living left to do.

Yes they were all survivors, fighting the good fight, and all of them were seeking a new beginning. Even the sunrise agreed. Somehow….. they all felt like they were in this fight, together.

 To be continued.

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Dreamwalker X – The Fishing Trip

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Contemporary Microfiction

Diego pulled into the driveway of the Sanchez house, promptly at 3:20 am. They had a little more than an hour of a drive to get there, and they both wanted to be standing in the river, as the sun was coming up. Juan Sanchez, Linda’s Dad, was standing in the doorway, waiting with his gear. After saying good morning, they loaded the car, while Gloria Sanchez watched in her bath robe, and mumbled about “Men are so out of their minds….” “All this just to catch some fish?” After Juan kissed his wife goodbye, he and Diego jumped into the Mustang and headed down the road.

There were a lot of horses under the hood, and Diego tried to keep the car from roaring too much through the neighborhood. Once they got onto the main road though, he put the windows down, and hit the petal. “Mustangs were not made to go slow!”, he said. “And this is a GT!” He had to talk loud to be heard over the wind. They both reached for their coffees smiling, loving the speed and power of the car. When Juan said he really liked the Mustang, Diego pulled over and asked him if he wanted to drive. “Sure!”, came the response. Juan had always wanted to try one out.

mustang 2They didn’t talk too much going down the road, but when they did, they talked about Linda. How could they not talk about her? Juan mentioned she was still working on her college classes to become a nurse. She wanted to be like her Mom. Diego mentioned he knew, and was encouraging her to quit her waitressing job so she could do more studying. Juan knew he liked this guy but wondered about him not working.

Once they were at the state park, they unloaded and walked about a mile to the river. Juan asked him where they were going to live after they were married. It was a typical Dad question, and Juan felt somewhat embarrassed after letting it fly. They kept walking, and Diego mentioned, “We are looking at houses to buy, in our area.” “We wouldn’t move in though until after the wedding”. Juan smiled at the “after the wedding” part. He knew his wife would be happy to hear it!

But Juan did stop in his tracks. “How will you pay for a mortgage while teaching at the community college?” It was a valid concern, but Diego did not know how to say in a humble way, that he had money. “Juan we are paying cash”. “I made a lot of money in the corporate world, and to be honest that was the only good thing.” So much for that concern.

They spent hours and hours in the river fishing that day. There was enough fish to cook right there on the banks of the river, and extra that they put on ice to take home. The more Juan got to know this young man from the Red Rocks country, the more he liked him. Diego shared a lot about his people, and that he needed to get more connected with them. Teaching at the college would help.

Juan was most impressed with him when they talked about religion. He really had his head on straight. Diego said he had been baptized as a baby but he could not get married in the same church the Sanchez family was a part of. “I would be lying if I said I believed all that”. So there it was, he was an honest man too. Yep, Juan knew for sure his daughter was going to be very happy with Mr. Diego Dreamwalker. He did hope they would get married in some type of a church though……..

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Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Strange and Wonderful Place

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Historical Fiction About First Nations People of the 1700’s

Note for New Readers: The village you are about to enter has three distinct First Nations groups, the Tsi, the Grie, and now the Ite.

He was not used to people saving his life. Now he had an entire group of people that he was thankful to and thankful for. He didn’t know what to say. He had nearly died from the fever, and the search party waited for a week to travel again, until it broke. And then there was the eagle. How do you say thank you to an eagle? Was the bird for real, or just a spirit, or some of both? He was not sure.

They traveled slowly back to the village, due to Coyote still being weak. Shining Water and Thunder Speaking were at his side the whole time. Everything else was a blur, and he remembered little, until they arrived. He remembered the noise, the celebration of the people, welcoming everyone back home. The languages were so different, he could not understand a word they were saying, but he knew the people were happy, and he knew a sincere greeting when he saw one.

He remembered being helped to a lodge, with a person on each side of him, and that once he was inside, he collapsed. He awoke late the next day, when a number of people came to check on him. Sky continued to supply him with a number of herbal drinks, and they brought him food.

Thunder Speaking and his wife, Bluebird, spent a lot of time with him over the next several days. They told him all about the village, and that this was a village with three different peoples, and their languages. This had been a Tsi village, and then Thunder Speaking arrived, being the only Ite. Over the winter a group of Grie people had arrived, seeking refuge. And now Coyote, Shining Water, and the twins had arrived, being the last of the Ite people alive.

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Shining Water also came to visit him and to bring him food. Everyone wanted him to eat! Why did he not like her before? He began to notice her, and he thanked her often for her kindness. She was a tall thin woman, and she often smiled at him. Was that a sparkle in her eye?

As he gained his strength he began walking around the village, and he saw how special the place was. There were not only different peoples, with different languages, these people were also very loving and kind. He often smiled at them, and they did likewise.

The more he walked outside in the cool spring air, the better he felt. When it rained he stayed in the warmth of the lodge, by the fire, and wearing thick buffalo blankets. Since it was early spring he started noticing young couples in love.

He often saw Wild Horse and Sky walking hand in hand, sometimes embracing on the edge of the village, or out by the horses. Wasn’t she a holy woman, a healer? Did they allow that type of thing here? He couldn’t help smiling, as he walked back to his lodge. He knew they would soon be married. He wondered what it would be like, having a woman so close, that she became his best friend. A woman as a friend? For some reason, as he was walking, he had an image in his mind of Shining Water. He saw her face, and she was smiling at him. “What a strange and wonderful place this is!”, he said out loud.

The next day the men decided to have a dance…….

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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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!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Eagle in the Mountains

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Maybe she was being selfish. Bluebird had traveled with the search party because she did not want to be without her husband. Was that so wrong? They were newly married, and she couldn’t bear to think of going weeks without seeing him. Plus if something did happen to him while he was gone, she would never know, what happened. So they went together.

She was exhausted now though. They had been traveling for a week, and the child within her was growing. She alternated riding and walking which were both good for her, but the pace was difficult. Each day was very long. Fortunately the search party had brought several small lodges, and she could rest, and feel at home in the evening.

The next morning Sky did something unusual. She thought they should stay in their temporary camp, and to pray. They had no idea where to go and they needed guidance. They compromised by having some of the men go scouting, to see what they could find, while Sky made some smoke and lifted up prayers. This also gave Bluebird time to rest.

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About midday, the men started returning to the camp, when they noticed an eagle flying very high above them. The majestic wings seemed to follow them, and came lower. It was as if the eagle wanted to look at them and discover who they were. When they dismounted their horses at the camp, the eagle was still there, soaring gently above them.

Sky could not sense anything from the Creator, and was frustrated, but when she saw the eagle, everything changed. She began talking to the creature, quietly. She seemed sure, that the great bird could hear her. Bluebird came out of the lodge, and noticed everyone was quiet, with their heads looking up. “We need you to come and help us great eagle”, she heard Sky say. The eagle did come very low and circle them. They could tell now, he was looking at them. Sky continued to speak, “We need you to come and help us great eagle”.

The eagle darted to the left and landed in a tree not far from them. The bird was immense, with beautiful golden feathers. Sky whispered to Bluebird, to get a decorated feather from the lodge, the kind they wore on their clothing. Once Sky had the feather in her hand, she continued talking to the eagle softly, explaining they needed to find the people in the mountains that were lost.

Sky gently, slowly, walked towards the eagle in the tree, talking in a whisper. When she was very close she crouched low and placed the feather on the ground. She then backed up, facing the eagle, and whispered. When she was back with the search party, she could be heard saying, “…please take this feather to them, and let us know where they are…” She then raised both hands, and as if on command, the great bird launched from the branch, swooped down towards them, and grabbed the feather from the ground. They were in awe.Dreamcatcher Hawk Feather by Cheryl Lewis via Pinterest

The eagle flew high, and towards the north, his massive wings lifting him up. Did he understand what Sky was saying? He seemed to. Would he lead them to the Ite people? They could hope. Sky said nothing, but she seemed convinced.

In another part of the mountains, things had not been going well for the Ite. They had been carrying Hummingbird, due to her injured ankle. It had also been raining for the past three nights, and the hides they were using as a shelter were now a useless pile of soggy rags. Coyote had been carrying Hummingbird, but he was sick, and coughing. Shining Water asked him to stop, but he would not, and walked for several more miles, staggering, and exhausted. Finally he collapsed.

When Shining Water felt his forehead, she found that he was burning with fever. They needed some help, and they needed it to be soon. They were on a ridge, with some large rocks, and Shining Water decided to make a camp there. She began building a fire.

It was then that she noticed the eagle, circling overhead. Was he looking at them? And what was that, he was carrying in his talons?

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This is day 2 of the 5 day challenge of 5 photos – 5 stories. In addition to the challenge from http://randombytesfromlife.wordpress.com I have also received the challenge from Saadia at her site, Reflection of a Rainbow. You can find her 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!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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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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