I thought Canada's First Nation past needed more attention. So here you are! This chapter is present time, the next is past.
PROLOGUE
"Kanata, is it worth it?" Matthew looked at the bird perched on the kitchen counter. It's sleek, black feathers shone in the dark.
"I don't know."
"Then you regret it." It hopped closer, cocking its head to the side.
"No. I don't."
"Then it was worth it."
"Yes- no. I'm not sure."
"Poor Kanata. I always thought humans were better of being selfish."
"Hey, Mattie!" Alfred barged in the front door. Matthew thanked Alfred's innate talent for always barging in when he was busy. Instantly, the bird flew out the window, uttering a loud CAW! as it went. Matthew sighed and turned to face his brother.
"Mattie, did you have a bird in here?"
"Yeah, a bird flew in the open window."
"Weird, well, I guess there's a lot of wildlife up here in Canada."
"Yep." He was surprised Alfred didn't remember. But Al had lost most all of his indigenous culture. Matthew had been trying to reconcile the past wrongs to the First Nations. Alfred had tried as well but not to the same degree. Still, Al should at least remember when they met Raven.
~~~~~~~~Raven~~~~~~~~
This story is about Native American myths. I really like the idea and I hope you do too. Review and I'll write faster!