08-15-2012, 05:06 PM
Red hair framed a pretty pale face, blue eyes scorching into him eyes filled with intensity and intelligence. The vision of a young woman clad in a green dress that covered her whole body was lost as a large eagle blotted her out. The eagle’s eyes sparkled with age old wisdom, the beak never opened but a voice as old as the earth itself vibrated through him. “find her, for in her lies the power to protect your people from the threat of the white man” Hania could only see the majestic bird that filled his field of vision, though he could feel other spirits lining up on either side of him rows of silent sentries adding their voices to the eagle’s so it reverberated echoing around him, he felt the words inside him. “Find her”
“But where?” he grunted still in a state of semi unconsciousness, a pretty young girl stood just inside his tent, she carried a small plate filled with buffalo meat and some vegetables from the night before all rewarmed for breakfast. He took the plate, yesterday’s hunt had gone well, as they all had since he had become chief. Picking up a piece he chewed on the meat, it was tougher this morning after being reheated but still quite tasty. Everything had been going well since he had become chief, hunts were good, they hadn’t had any draughts, the spirits seemed happy, even neighboring tribes were at peace with his own. Standing he clothed himself slipping his feet into buffalo skin moccasins, the days were getting colder. Winter was fast approaching. He knew this stroke of good fortune couldn’t last forever, and he had a feeling it was coming to an end soon. Handing the plate still half full back to the girl he grunted a thanks, she smiled and ran from the room. The girl was his niece the daughter of his sister who was already pregnant with her fourth child. Leaving the tent he headed off in search of her, ready to be rid of the ominous cloud he could feel floating over him.
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