AN: Another thing I found. I have no intention at this time on finishing it. I may have written a bit more but the file is lost to the Twisting Nether.
1861 – Dakota Territory
Little Elk skipped across the uneven prairie. The white trappers, the French as they called themselves, called this prairie Dakota Territory, but Little Elk knew it as Lakota land, the land of his ancestors. However, today, it was his playground. After much pestering, he finally persuaded his father to allow him to venture forth to the river. "With supervision of course," Little Elk thought as he looked back to his sister, Morning Star. The tribe needed food and Little Elk would catch enough fish to feed the entire tribe all winter. The little boy swelled with pride as he tramped down to the river's edge.
Morning Star watched her little brother. He fancied himself a grown man but he was hardly past a babe. While her brother fished, she made herself busy on the riverbanks gathering the herbs and medicines her people would need. The summer was harsh and winter was proving bad. There was little food and many of her people were dying of a disease unknown to them.
"Look look" Little Elk yelled as he held up the large fish caught in his trap. "It's the biggest one in the river." Morning Star shook her head. The fish was small, but so too was the boy. Little Elks yells of joy turned to screams of terror. Morning star looked up to see her brother taken away by Wakinyan – the thunderbird. The Gods had chosen her brother.