Into the Mist

by meganrose720

There are always parts of history left out when it's told. Things deemed unnecessary to repeat, or dangerous, people penned as a villain so that a hero can shine. In our tribe's legends it wasn't any different. My name is Miakoda, it means power of the moon. I live in the mist of what is what was and what will be.

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Things had always gone the exact way I planned, every last detail. There were never any mishaps or odd coincidences in my life, no secrets revealed or surprises. I guess to some people that would be boring but for me? It meant safety and security.

I didn't stand out, I had been raised to blend in, to fade into the background of our tribe and it wasn't just me. Generations of women in our tribe were taught the same thing - to fade into the background of our history and secrets started, and lies become the Elder's norm. But I grew up knowing every secret there was to know about our tribe.

There was one tribal woman who had made into the legends of the Quileutes. The third wife. A woman who had made a sacrifice that changed the course of her daughter's lives and their daughter's and their daughters and so on. She became a magical being of protection for our tribe, she shed her own blood for her people and was blessed when she did. Though some of her descendants thought it was a curse until our tribe's men stopped phasing and all our history turned to legend.

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