Disclaimer: Do not own Young Riders or the characters.
A/N: This story should not be read while eating or drinking. This story is not meant to be taken seriously, it is only a joke.
Sendeh was coming along on the tail of a comet. His people the Kiowa called it Sendeh's Fire, which he felt only appropriate. It had been a hundred years since his fire scorched the night sky, causing those who didn't understand to cower in fear of him. He smiled his trickster smile as he rode faster, visible now over the plains. The Kiowa would not cower. He trusted his people would know his mischief and remember. He laughed as he plummeted closer to earth surrounded in the comet's glow. Sendeh jumped off the comet, fire in his hands. As he fell he threw the fire in the sky. The sparks scattered as they fell to earth, bright glowing tails blowing in the wind. As Sendeh landed on the earth, he couldn't help cackling with glee as he rubbed his hands together. For his chosen few, their fates were now sealed. All he had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. He decided there was no time like the present and danced on the wind to hear the first cries of The Chosen One.
"Push! Push harder! I can see the head!" The midwife called and encouraged her sister, wife of the chief. She was carrying the seed of another, the seed many thought she should have expelled from her body with herbs, but the midwife knew how stubborn her sister could be. Little Dancing Star said she just had a feeling this child she now struggled to bring into the world was special, despite the act of violence used to create it's life. Outside the midwife heard a rustling as her sister cried out, giving one last push. The baby slipped into the midwife's arms even as the Shaman walked through the door of the tipi.
"It's a... what in the name of the Great Spirit?" the midwife exclaimed.
Blinding light filled the tipi, the adults shielded their eyes as the baby boy cried lustily.
"My...son?" Little Dancing Star gasped, groping for her child through squinted eyes.
The Shaman held up his hand. His ancient face held no expression.
"I have had a wision. Widdle Danthing Star, your son has a special wight. A wight that will gwow for a widdle while, but when he is a man, he will gwow for all the wadies. He is Sendeh's Chosen One."
"What are you talking about? Glow for the ladies? My son's manhood has the light of a thousand fireflies! I don't want him glowing for any ladies!" Little Dancing Star's eyes adjusted as her sister covered the glow by swaddling the baby. She now held her son for the first time. Her little boy stopped crying, opened his eyes and cooed.
"He will give wadies more pweasure than they have eva known. Sendeh has begun his mischief. He will not be awone, there are others. One who will teach and others who will be wike bwothers."
"You still make no sense." She replied, glaring at the old man. She wanted him out of her tipi.
"It is a bwessing. I wish I had this bwessing. But there will be wadies who will want the power of the gwow for themselves. You will must tell him to be careful, until he finds his twu wuv. The one who will make him hum."
The midwife saw that Little Dancing Star was about to tell their Shaman where to stick his hum.
"Wise Shaman. I need to help my sister, if you could please?..." She asked as she pointed to the entrance.
"Of course my darwings... It is a gweat day. I will pwepare a song and dance." The Shaman took one more look at the baby and bowed before he exited.
"I can not believe you have a glow baby." The midwife murmured as she began cleaning up.
"If I didn't see the glow with my own eyes I would tell everyone that the Shaman ate waaaaaaay to much Peyote."
Little Dancing Star adjusted her now sleeping son in her arms. She unwrapped him and counted all his fingers and toes, her eyebrow arched as the glow started to recede. Her son was well and truly gifted.
"Well my son. I don't know what the Trickster is up to, giving you this glow, but I do know this. If there will be women chasing you wanting to use your power, you will need a name that fits you." She paused and thought about it, then smiled.
"Yes. Your name will be Running Buck."
As she held her son to her she swore she heard laughter in the wind.