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I have spent hours upon hours researching for this little snippet. This will feature Nephrite, reincarnated into an Ojibwe Clan. I really hope I have done this wonderful and stunning culture a little justice. It has been an honor to read of their incredible history. If anyone out there is more versed in First Nation culture and history, please drop me a line! :)
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He was born under the Manidoo-giizis, the Spirit Moon. Overhead of the village a spectacular meteor shower sprang to life, as if putting on a show for the newborn child. Oh, how the stars appeared to dance in the night. He came into the world, not with a scream but simply a whimper, he lay on the bull rush mat staring in awe of his surroundings. Immediately wrapped in a new Caribou fur, to protect him from the frigid Winter temperatures. As he lay on his Mother's chest, she gently caressed his small features. Brown hair clung to his still dampened face, his Mother ran her thumb over a small grey patch close to his temple, as he gripped his Mother's other finger with his tiny hand.
"He is a reincarnated spirit." His Mother's sister, Kiwidinok spoke. Referring to the small boy's grey hair.
He was given the name, Namid. The Star Dancer.
Namid was a peculiar child. With his head always gazing up into the Heavens.
His father, Migisi would often chastise his only son. Reminding him that he would soon take the Spiritual journey into Manhood. An arduous task even for the most prepared of young men.
His Mother, Onaiwah would always come to her boy's aid. Explaining to his father that Namid was different because he was a reincarnated soul. Perhaps, he was such a skilled warrior in his previous life that he needed no training in this one. He would be prepared, she told him.
After Thirteen Winters, Namid came to the village Elders. He had long held a secret, and it had become to much of a burden to bear at such a young age. Namid explained that he could speak with the Stars. At first, when he was small, they whispered softly to him. So softly that he could ignore their call. Now, now they were roaring. A great growl like that of the Mighty Bear. He could no longer ignore their heed. The Elders agreed to have a counsel and discuss this new found gift.
It was decided that Namid, would undertake his Vision Quest. His journey into Manhood.
Namid asked the Stars for guidance. For once, their message was mysterious.
Find the White Adik. Find your Lost Thunder, free the Thunder. Beware the Red Devil.
Namid was tasked with finding the Doodem of his people. He belonged to the Adik Clan. In order to complete his Vision Quest he must go out and seek the spiritual guidance of the Mighty Caribou spirit.
Several days past. Namid searched fervently for the Adik. His belly hungered for food, but he fasted. His mouth was parched, he drank no water. When he felt like he would fail, he prayed. He asked the Stars for guidance.
On the third day, it began to snow. He awoke under a large Douglas fir tree. His Caribou fur dusted with white. He crouched over his remaining fire, kicking up the charcoal.
He heard the sound of small twigs snapping in the distance. He readied his bow, in case.
His eyes grew wide as he saw the massive creature emerge from the bushes. A very large albino Bull Adik. It had been generations since a White Adik had been seen.
His heart began to pound as the large Caribou approached him. Namid backed himself up against the fir. The Adik was now only feet away from him. Namid stood tall, walking towards the beast. He reached out with trembling hands and touched the soft fur of the Adik. And is if he had been struck by lightning, he felt a current ripple thru his body. Memories of a catastrophe from long ago flooded his mind. He collapsed to the ground as his world grew dark.
When he awoke it was almost night. He glanced down and started to panic as he realized he was being carried. Namid sat up, as the White Adik turned its massive head towards him. Namid gave it a pat on the neck.
"I can take it from here, Great Adik. Thank you for your knowledge and guidance."
With that, the Caribou stopped. Namid dismounted. He started towards his village, the fires of the night illuminating the sky above. He turned slowly back around, the Adik was already gone.
He ran to the village. Quickly gathering his Elders and explaining his experience.
A Goddess of Thunder. He had to find her, free her. But beware the Red Devil. He was a reincarnated spirit. A warrior. He protected a powerful Chief. He was slain by the Thunder Goddess for his betrayal against her Charge and his Chief. Why, why would he do such a terrible thing? The Chief of his village decreed to send him to another Clan. Perhaps the clan of the Binesi, the Thunderbird could help his lost soul.
Many months the young man spent in the village of the Clan of Binesi. Learning, listening, waiting. The Binesi was said to be at the top of the Mountain adjacent to their village. Many brave warriors had gone in search of the Binesi, and never returned. Taken by the Red Devil, they said. He had to go. Perhaps, the Binesi would know where he could find this Thunder Goddess. The Binesi was sacred and to be revered. It alone caused the permanent burns marks on the all the Beech trees of the forest.
He waited until the Berry Moon to leave. Surely the great Mountain had thawed.
For many days, Namid climbed. When he ascended the Peak, he found a small cave. This must be the sanctuary of the Binesi.
"Great Binesi, I come humbly searching for guidance." Namid muttered as he dropped to both knees.
The Cave suddenly illuminated with a soft green glow. There he saw a Giant bird tied with ropes. He ran to it.
"Great Binesi! What has done this!" Namid exclaimed. Quickly he began severing the ropes that restrained the sacred Thunderbird.
"The Red Devil is coming, Namid. You must go." The Binesi, now free changed its shape into that of a woman. A beautiful woman, her long hair the color of earth. Her eyes the color of the bright grass under a Blooming Moon. He had never seen anything so magnificent.
"Namid. The Red Devil will take you. You must find me, Namid. You must. I am not strong enough to defeat the Red Devil alone." She spoke.
"But I wish to come with you, Great Binesi. I have so many questions."
"I love you, Namid. Find me." She whispered as she disappeared in a whirlwind.
Namid stood in the cave. Alone. A cackling voice boomed in his ears. He turned to see a tall woman in black garbs with flaming red hair standing at the cave entrance. Her laugh sending chills up his spine.
"Released my prisoner? But my dear Nephrite, you are a decent consolation prize." The Red Devil cackled.
"You are mine once more."
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Nephrite shot up in bed. His hair drenched and clung to his face. He felt like he was unable to catch his breath.
"Are you ok, love?" Makoto asked, groggily. Turning over in the bed towards him.
"Do, do you believe we have been reincarnated before?" He breathed
"As a spirit or human? And yes. Probably many times, a lot of time has passed since the fall of the Silver Millennium" Mako stated
Nephrite was taken back. He never expected anything other than a resounding 'no' from his usually grounded solidly to the Earth lover.
Makoto leaned over kisses him on the cheek.
"Get some rest." She laid back down, rolling away from him.
"Namid..." She whispered
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This actually turned out way longer than I anticipated! The Ojibwe culture is absolutely amazing! I may end up furthering this story. As always, reviews are welcomed!
-Lady D