Post by moonlightsonata on Dec 27, 2006 15:55:28 GMT -5
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SilverWind urged Twig on to gallop. She was but of the age of 10 now. The stubborn paint pony threw her head up in protest but shifted into a speedy gallop all the same. The two faster horses were slowly moving out of sight as Silver shouted after their riders,
“Alaquia! SunStar! Wait for me!”
and urged the pony on more. The riders stopped their horses to wait for SilverWind.
“SilverWind you’re to slow! I hate it when we have to wait for you!”
her older sister of 14, Alaquia shouted atop her tall chestnut horse, Eagle. Eagle was the tallest horse in the tribe he seamed to match his equally tall rider.
“Yah! Stop being so nice to that pony!”
SunStar SilverWind's sister of 16 agreed. Her horse Tamika was a stubby, yet speedy, golden mare. Tamika’s fur matched the color of her rider’s eyes, gold.
SilverWind was mad her sisters looked down upon her. She was different yes, but only her silver hair and small size set her apart from the rest, but it made no difference, she still got the unruly pony and disappointment of her family.
“I did! But she’s just a pony! You guys have fast horses!” SilverWind tried reason, but with no effect.
“Excuses excuses excuses! Don’t blame Twig,”
SunStar shouted at SilverWind, she picked up the reigns and clucked, Tamika picked up a fast paced trot. Aliquia pressed her heels into Eagle and followed her older sis.
SilverWind turned Twig in the opposite direction and trudged home alone, just like always. The pony had different ideas though; she swung her head side-to-side and bucked.
“Not now!”
SilverWind complained shifting her weight back. Twig kept on with it, this time she took off galloping and halted suddenly. SilverWind was thrown a few feet forward off the pony’s back. Twig took off galloping towards home.SilverWind slowly picked herself up. She was not hurt but angry, of all the times to act up now? When she was already in a bad mood? She shook her head, it wasn’t far now but SilverWind never wore moccasins so her feet would surly hurt when she was home.
As SilverWind reached home her feet were sore and stung. She longed to dip them in a cool streams water. She spotted Twig not far from her tipi grazing with the other horses. She longed to have a horse of her own, their long sweeping strides, muscular bodies, but she knew it would not happen, not for a while anyway.
“SilverWind! You’re late as usual! Letting that pony go was the stupidest thing you’ve done! Now get to work!”
her older brother of 18 Hesutu shouted. He was taller than most and his dark brown eyes shown with hatred for his little sister.
“But brother! She threw me! There was nothing I could do!” SilverWind argued but with prevail.
“I said get to work!”
he shouted at her furious. Her very presence to her was a sin; to him she had killed his mother. He turned from her not wanting to look at the face that reminded of his mother so.
SilverWind knew it would not help to argue, she figured taking care of the horses would help the mood. She walked slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone. By now her sisters had returned home and wordlessly threw the reins to her. SilverWind grabbed them and walked the fine tempered horses to a nearby stream. Along with taking care of the horses she would get to cool her aching feet. She stepped into the cool, clear stream. Its waters ran over her sore bare feet. The horses played eagerly splashing and stirring up the waters. SilverWind watched patiently for a moment until she saw Alaquia out of the corner of her eye.
Alaquia walked over to the stream where her younger sister cooled the horses. She dared not walk in the water and get her moccasins wet.
“SilverWind! Can we talk? Its about today,”
she called.
“Yes what is it?”
SilverWind responded curiously. Alaquia had always been nicer to her than the others and she wanted to hear her words.
“I’m sorry for what I said. Its just I don’t want to make anyone mad,”
she apologized sheepishly.
SilverWind frowned. Alaquia had never been mean to her but she would say cruel words so not to get in trouble.
“Its OK, you’ve done this many times. I know you do no feel the way they do,”
she responded slowly.
“Yes, I do not, but you cannot blame them for their feelings,” Alaquia told her sister. Inside she did feel the way they do but she knew it was wrong.
“But its not right! I did not kill our mother!”
SilverWind cried out. Their mother Litonya had died in SilverWind’s birth and they blamed her.
“I know this SilverWind! But they see it differently, I cannot change that,”
Alaquia told. SilverWind sighed and turned back to the horses. Being told from birth she was a devil and didn’t deserve to live she had come used to bad treatment. Alaquia turned back to camp and walked away. She wished to comfort her sister but there was nothing she could do.
SilverWind sat outside the camp fire her back resting upon an old oak tree. She listened carefully as the old shaman told stories about horses and Indians. She longed to be there up close to hear them but she was not welcome by the warm, flickering fire. Just one story about a winged horse came to an end the deputy Derk stood up and walked away. SilverWind wondered why for most did not leave until the stories were over. She was not surprised though. Derk was very odd, he looked more like a westerner then an Indian and he rode with a saddle. He had a gun not a bow, and his horse was a huge black mare, the opposite of an indian pony. As Derk walked away SilverWind decided to follow and see what he was up to. She followed unseen a short distance out of camp to the forest line. She knew she would not be missed for no one cared for her much. Hiding behind a tree she watched as Derk stopped a little ways into the forest and began to talk.SilverWind thought it was odd for she saw no one. Soon though she heard two voices, Derk’s and another mans voice, low and scratchy with a western accent. She could barley make out the voices so she took a few steeps closer until the voices became clearer.
“I said how many men can ya get?”
she heard Derk ask the other man annoyed.
“Not to many, most don’t like fighten’ them Indians,”
the other man responded.
“Well I need some men!”
Derk shouted angrily his voice grew louder.
“I’m trying! I can have at lease 15 by tonight”
the other man assured hastily.
“Good enough, with 15 I can kill all these Indians and take the land,”
Derk said turning from the other man. He slowly walked slowly out the forest and back towards camp.
SilverWind stood behind the tree shocked for a moment. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she stood clutching the tree’s bark. She did know what do; she had to tell the others but she didn’t know if they would listen. She took off running towards camp. Her legs felt weak as she ran as fast as she could.When she got back Derk was no there and neither was his huge mare Nightingale. She ran to Alaquia shaking her sister shoulders to wake her up.
“Alaquia Alaquia! Wake up! Please you must wake up!”
she shouted franticly.
“SilverWind stop it! Do you know what time it is?”
Alaquia asked drowsily.
“But Alaquia! It’s Derk! He’s going to betray us!”
SilverWind shouted looking around now,
“Its almost midnight hurry!”
Alaquia laughed and rolled back into her blanket,
“SilverWind you got me worried there! I though you were serious! Now go to bed,”
“But I’m not kidding!”
SilverWind pleaded trying to pull her sister out of bed once more. Alaquia pushed her sister away,
“This isn’t funny anymore SilverWind! Now stop it!”
she shouted smacking SilverWind across the face. SilverWind staggered back. No matter what she had said Alaquia had never hurt her before. The hot tears formed and she struggled to keep them back. She took off running not look back, not even when Alaquia shouted an apology.
SilverWind woke to the sound of screaming horses. She was lying underneath an old willow tree. Her face was streaked with dried tears and she was sore from lying on the cold hard ground. It was just past midnight and she jumped to her feet running towards the screaming. When she reached the opening to her tribes land she froze. The stream that ran through the plain was red from blood and the bodies of dead tribe members lay everywhere. She took a few steppes forward and spotted Twig, her pony, laying still only a few yards away. SilverWind ran with all her strength to the pony. Dropping to her knees she wrapped her arms around the pony’s cold neck. She cried until she felt a string hand pull her up. She turned around to see Hesutu pulling her away. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her to the ground. The hatred in his eyes was like a burning fire that would never go out.
“Its your fault! You brought this curse upon us!”
he shouted grabbing her arm. He twisted it sharply and pulled SilverWind up. She cried out in pain and stood on shaking legs.
“Brother I-“
she bagan but he cut her off.
“You have no right to speak!”
he shouted grabbing her shoulder and dragging her across the battlefield. He drug her to a small tree and beneath lay a body.
“Look!”
he shouted but SilverWind turned away, she knew what it was,
“Look!”
he shouted again. She turned her head ever so slightly and burst into tears. Underneath the small tree lay SunStar her golden eyes closed. He head lay upon Tamika whose eyes were glazed over.
“That horse will not live,”
Hesutu said his voice low now. He turned to SilverWind and walked past without a word.
SilverWind sat there for a moment. The sun began to break through the sky and no voices were heard. She stood up slowly and walked away. She needed to find Alaquia.
SilverWind heard a small cry by the river and took off. Lying there beside the river of blood was Alaquia her eyes shut and fists clenched. SilverWind stood beside her sister’s body as she opened her eyes slowly. Alaquia raised a shaky hand pointing to SilverWind she opened her mouth.
“Mur-murder”
she whispered. Her hand fell, her cold dead eyes stared back up at SilverWind. For the last time.
History
SilverWind
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SilverWind urged Twig on to gallop. She was but of the age of 10 now. The stubborn paint pony threw her head up in protest but shifted into a speedy gallop all the same. The two faster horses were slowly moving out of sight as Silver shouted after their riders,
“Alaquia! SunStar! Wait for me!”
and urged the pony on more. The riders stopped their horses to wait for SilverWind.
“SilverWind you’re to slow! I hate it when we have to wait for you!”
her older sister of 14, Alaquia shouted atop her tall chestnut horse, Eagle. Eagle was the tallest horse in the tribe he seamed to match his equally tall rider.
“Yah! Stop being so nice to that pony!”
SunStar SilverWind's sister of 16 agreed. Her horse Tamika was a stubby, yet speedy, golden mare. Tamika’s fur matched the color of her rider’s eyes, gold.
SilverWind was mad her sisters looked down upon her. She was different yes, but only her silver hair and small size set her apart from the rest, but it made no difference, she still got the unruly pony and disappointment of her family.
“I did! But she’s just a pony! You guys have fast horses!” SilverWind tried reason, but with no effect.
“Excuses excuses excuses! Don’t blame Twig,”
SunStar shouted at SilverWind, she picked up the reigns and clucked, Tamika picked up a fast paced trot. Aliquia pressed her heels into Eagle and followed her older sis.
SilverWind turned Twig in the opposite direction and trudged home alone, just like always. The pony had different ideas though; she swung her head side-to-side and bucked.
“Not now!”
SilverWind complained shifting her weight back. Twig kept on with it, this time she took off galloping and halted suddenly. SilverWind was thrown a few feet forward off the pony’s back. Twig took off galloping towards home.SilverWind slowly picked herself up. She was not hurt but angry, of all the times to act up now? When she was already in a bad mood? She shook her head, it wasn’t far now but SilverWind never wore moccasins so her feet would surly hurt when she was home.
As SilverWind reached home her feet were sore and stung. She longed to dip them in a cool streams water. She spotted Twig not far from her tipi grazing with the other horses. She longed to have a horse of her own, their long sweeping strides, muscular bodies, but she knew it would not happen, not for a while anyway.
“SilverWind! You’re late as usual! Letting that pony go was the stupidest thing you’ve done! Now get to work!”
her older brother of 18 Hesutu shouted. He was taller than most and his dark brown eyes shown with hatred for his little sister.
“But brother! She threw me! There was nothing I could do!” SilverWind argued but with prevail.
“I said get to work!”
he shouted at her furious. Her very presence to her was a sin; to him she had killed his mother. He turned from her not wanting to look at the face that reminded of his mother so.
SilverWind knew it would not help to argue, she figured taking care of the horses would help the mood. She walked slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone. By now her sisters had returned home and wordlessly threw the reins to her. SilverWind grabbed them and walked the fine tempered horses to a nearby stream. Along with taking care of the horses she would get to cool her aching feet. She stepped into the cool, clear stream. Its waters ran over her sore bare feet. The horses played eagerly splashing and stirring up the waters. SilverWind watched patiently for a moment until she saw Alaquia out of the corner of her eye.
Alaquia walked over to the stream where her younger sister cooled the horses. She dared not walk in the water and get her moccasins wet.
“SilverWind! Can we talk? Its about today,”
she called.
“Yes what is it?”
SilverWind responded curiously. Alaquia had always been nicer to her than the others and she wanted to hear her words.
“I’m sorry for what I said. Its just I don’t want to make anyone mad,”
she apologized sheepishly.
SilverWind frowned. Alaquia had never been mean to her but she would say cruel words so not to get in trouble.
“Its OK, you’ve done this many times. I know you do no feel the way they do,”
she responded slowly.
“Yes, I do not, but you cannot blame them for their feelings,” Alaquia told her sister. Inside she did feel the way they do but she knew it was wrong.
“But its not right! I did not kill our mother!”
SilverWind cried out. Their mother Litonya had died in SilverWind’s birth and they blamed her.
“I know this SilverWind! But they see it differently, I cannot change that,”
Alaquia told. SilverWind sighed and turned back to the horses. Being told from birth she was a devil and didn’t deserve to live she had come used to bad treatment. Alaquia turned back to camp and walked away. She wished to comfort her sister but there was nothing she could do.
SilverWind sat outside the camp fire her back resting upon an old oak tree. She listened carefully as the old shaman told stories about horses and Indians. She longed to be there up close to hear them but she was not welcome by the warm, flickering fire. Just one story about a winged horse came to an end the deputy Derk stood up and walked away. SilverWind wondered why for most did not leave until the stories were over. She was not surprised though. Derk was very odd, he looked more like a westerner then an Indian and he rode with a saddle. He had a gun not a bow, and his horse was a huge black mare, the opposite of an indian pony. As Derk walked away SilverWind decided to follow and see what he was up to. She followed unseen a short distance out of camp to the forest line. She knew she would not be missed for no one cared for her much. Hiding behind a tree she watched as Derk stopped a little ways into the forest and began to talk.SilverWind thought it was odd for she saw no one. Soon though she heard two voices, Derk’s and another mans voice, low and scratchy with a western accent. She could barley make out the voices so she took a few steeps closer until the voices became clearer.
“I said how many men can ya get?”
she heard Derk ask the other man annoyed.
“Not to many, most don’t like fighten’ them Indians,”
the other man responded.
“Well I need some men!”
Derk shouted angrily his voice grew louder.
“I’m trying! I can have at lease 15 by tonight”
the other man assured hastily.
“Good enough, with 15 I can kill all these Indians and take the land,”
Derk said turning from the other man. He slowly walked slowly out the forest and back towards camp.
SilverWind stood behind the tree shocked for a moment. Her heart beat loudly in her chest as she stood clutching the tree’s bark. She did know what do; she had to tell the others but she didn’t know if they would listen. She took off running towards camp. Her legs felt weak as she ran as fast as she could.When she got back Derk was no there and neither was his huge mare Nightingale. She ran to Alaquia shaking her sister shoulders to wake her up.
“Alaquia Alaquia! Wake up! Please you must wake up!”
she shouted franticly.
“SilverWind stop it! Do you know what time it is?”
Alaquia asked drowsily.
“But Alaquia! It’s Derk! He’s going to betray us!”
SilverWind shouted looking around now,
“Its almost midnight hurry!”
Alaquia laughed and rolled back into her blanket,
“SilverWind you got me worried there! I though you were serious! Now go to bed,”
“But I’m not kidding!”
SilverWind pleaded trying to pull her sister out of bed once more. Alaquia pushed her sister away,
“This isn’t funny anymore SilverWind! Now stop it!”
she shouted smacking SilverWind across the face. SilverWind staggered back. No matter what she had said Alaquia had never hurt her before. The hot tears formed and she struggled to keep them back. She took off running not look back, not even when Alaquia shouted an apology.
SilverWind woke to the sound of screaming horses. She was lying underneath an old willow tree. Her face was streaked with dried tears and she was sore from lying on the cold hard ground. It was just past midnight and she jumped to her feet running towards the screaming. When she reached the opening to her tribes land she froze. The stream that ran through the plain was red from blood and the bodies of dead tribe members lay everywhere. She took a few steppes forward and spotted Twig, her pony, laying still only a few yards away. SilverWind ran with all her strength to the pony. Dropping to her knees she wrapped her arms around the pony’s cold neck. She cried until she felt a string hand pull her up. She turned around to see Hesutu pulling her away. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her to the ground. The hatred in his eyes was like a burning fire that would never go out.
“Its your fault! You brought this curse upon us!”
he shouted grabbing her arm. He twisted it sharply and pulled SilverWind up. She cried out in pain and stood on shaking legs.
“Brother I-“
she bagan but he cut her off.
“You have no right to speak!”
he shouted grabbing her shoulder and dragging her across the battlefield. He drug her to a small tree and beneath lay a body.
“Look!”
he shouted but SilverWind turned away, she knew what it was,
“Look!”
he shouted again. She turned her head ever so slightly and burst into tears. Underneath the small tree lay SunStar her golden eyes closed. He head lay upon Tamika whose eyes were glazed over.
“That horse will not live,”
Hesutu said his voice low now. He turned to SilverWind and walked past without a word.
SilverWind sat there for a moment. The sun began to break through the sky and no voices were heard. She stood up slowly and walked away. She needed to find Alaquia.
SilverWind heard a small cry by the river and took off. Lying there beside the river of blood was Alaquia her eyes shut and fists clenched. SilverWind stood beside her sister’s body as she opened her eyes slowly. Alaquia raised a shaky hand pointing to SilverWind she opened her mouth.
“Mur-murder”
she whispered. Her hand fell, her cold dead eyes stared back up at SilverWind. For the last time.