Chapter 28:

-The Parting-

The time of passed like wind for Michael. The next time Michael spent restraint. in order to deflect his thoughts a bit, he mingled again under the people and helped them where he was needed and mostly that was as a doctor.Many suffered many from additional injuries however, lots needed also mental support, through losses of family members.It was difficult for Michael, but only so he could help, even if it wasn't enough to make it right what he's done, then it wasn't that easy to make everything right with one finger-snaps, then therefore the loss and the tragedy was to big.From time to time he helped in build and farm works out and eased the men and women their work. They knew to appreciate it. But nobody could explain itself, why Michael was more helpful than ever before. He quite simply answered, that it was his job...to help.Michael held it for the best, as soon as the winter has past to leave the village and set our for the south... alone.

As the snow in the mountains and forests melted, Michael packed all his belongings, put on a long cotton sweater, over it the thick black gillet and his dark jeans, he threw his over backpack his shoulder and wanted to leave the village tacitly, as he felt a hand on his shoulder.He stopped, however didn't turn around and discharged only a sigh.

"You want to us leave without to say, goodbye?" it was Casey and his father stood beside him, rested on a crutch.

"I held it for the best, because I hope we won't see again us." it sounded a bit depressed.

"How can you say this so simply after we helped you?" Grey Wolf limbed a bit closer.

"Helped? You showed me a way... that's all. I thank you for it. It's for the best if you forget me and it's to your safety. He war isn't over yet and I'm in the centre... the aim. Maybe one day..."

"Michael... take care." Casey didn't know more to say and he wished that Michael brings the balance again and peace between the two races and that he self will find peace.Michael smiled and nodded, then, he saw to Grey Wolf, that gave him something into his hands and held on it shortly and spoke his language a Farwell pray, on this Michael only answered with a smile.

"Hanhepi iyuha mi ihanbla ohinni yelo, Òn sunkmanitutankapi hena, sunkawakanpi watogha hena, oblaye t ankapi oihankesni hena.T at epi kin asni kiryasni heakatanhanpi iwankal.
Oblaye t anka kin osicesni mitakuyepi òn. Makoce kin waken.Wakan Tanka kin òn. Miwicala ohinni - Hanepi iyuha kici - Anpetu iyuha kici yelo. Mi yececa hehaka kin yelo, na ni yececa sunkmanitutankapikin ka mikaga wowasaka isom. Uncinpi tuweni nitaku keyas ta ku. Unwakupi ecela e wiconi wanji unmakainapi ta yelo. Anpetu waste e wan olowan le talowan winyan ta yelo.Unwanagi pi lel e nita itokab ota ye. Untapi itokap ota. Na e kte ena òn hanska ohakap ni itansni au nita ni ihanke yelo. May the spirits and your willpower for the good never leave."


Michael turned around and set of for a long journey through the wilderness, back into the civilization. In cities Michael used the first time for a long time once again the undergrounds, what agitated memories again. Despite of his abilities, he didn't prefer , to reach again the united states in a hurry, he still had enough time, to make thoughts about his confession, that he had to make to Alex.He decided to do an excursion to Detroit to bury his past. Arrived, he heard Raze was tortured and was killed. This let him restless, because nobody could kill Raze so simply, besides one of the elder or even him. The nights were still the same damned nights, but something was coming up. Michael didn't want make his stay longer than it already was.Michael spent five long and lonesome years make his way to Los Angeles, and strangely nobody hindered him. Careless Lycans and gangsters stood on his menu, two or three per week... no more. He could bridle himself what was in connection with blood or transformations. The 18. birthday of his son at the 23. March was close and he hadn't yet reported to Kathleen, as he had arrived in L.A.. The cars drove past him. The crowd hurried past him, by day like night. All seemed to be normal, what one could call normal, but well this was Hollywood and a rather business-leading city.Michael watched the streets and the people with the most interest. To be honest, it was his first time in Los Angeles and he already dreamed as a little child to visit the city of angels and stars and now... here he is. But he couldn't be happy. Also here he could smell Lycans and vampires, however, they didn't mean anything to him at the moment. He rented a room in one of the favourable quarters, not a noble hotel however a bed completely sufficed him.A while Michael tried to be successful to work in a local hospital as a nurse and he had luck. Admittedly nightshifts, however, it didn't matter him. With the money, he earned, he could pay his rent at least legally, he could have made it more simply, but this would have brought too much attention on itself and furthermore in the last time of, he wasn't in a mood to kill somebody reasonless and no way innocent human being, what his job was nowIt was, as if he got the opportunity to lead a normal life. Within, he could sense his immortal half and he used it for good causes, but for a long time he had sensed his real human feelings no more so since the occurrence with the Native American's hocus-pocus.What all was possible these days... Michael never had believed in superstitions and definitely not in curses, but his opinion about it had changed enormously fast and he had to experience it on his own body and he didn't wish this no one, neither the humans nor the no-humans. Michael still hadn't looked at all what actually Grey Wolf had pressed him into the hand.Outdoors, it rained in streams and he didn't feel like it to do something. He sat down on his bed and took his bag, opened it and got a small leather bag out and also opened it. A familiar smell escaped and rose into Michael's nose. A powder mixture was in it and a necklace, which he took out and looked at it. The pedant was hand-made and made of ivory... it was a white wolf. Michael smiled.The white wolf embodied the good and protector in the Native American-religion, he had seen this already in many books and films. Grey Wolf actually saw the white wolf within Michael even if Michael saw within him all other as the protector. Nevertheless, he bound the necklace around s neck and laid down now, closed his eyes, crossed the arms behind his head and listened to the falling drops.

"I still dream every night
Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies
The restless winds over mountaintops
The unspoilt frontier of my kith nkin
The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
I still believe
In every night
In every day
I am like the caribou
And you like the wolves that make me stronger
We never owed you anything
Our only debt is one life for our Mother
It was a good day to chant this song
For Her

Our spirit was here long before you
Long before us
And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end "