The America's Part 2
The father-daughter duo had spent a great deal of time with Zelda and her family, enjoying the different foods and boiling pot culture that truly made up New York City. In that time, Hermione had met some of Sbunch's friends from Ilvermorny and the group had travelled to areas like Coney Island for the muggle funfair as well as to experience some of the more magical entertainment provided by a magical troupe.
The troupe consisted of many animagus doing silly acts and setting things on fire. This greatly worried Hideyoshi who was chaperoning the children when he saw both Samantha and Hermione's eyes light up in glee when one fire performer set himself on fire only to explode in glitter. He would later make sure to set up fire extinguishing runes on his daughter's clothing in case she got too curious for her own good.
Despite the enjoyment, it was time for the Mori's to leave New York in order to meet with Hideyoshi's American contact. Samantha hugged Hermione tightly as the two promised to write to each other, and Hideyoshi double-checked their belongings before entering the speakeasy's floo network with Hermione in tow.
Hermione coughed loudly as she waved her hand around to brush away the soot that lingered in the air from the fireplace. "So this is Arizona" Hermione stated, still coughing slightly as Hideyoshi passed her a bottle of water to drink.
"Yes, this is where we will be staying for the rest of our time in America before we return to Japan."
"Okay but why Arizona" Hermione asked curiously. She could understand that New York was known as the big apple and was pretty well-known both in the magical and non-magical community but was not as familiar with the state of Arizona. As far as she was concerned, this part of the country was far too hot for her liking. She could probably cast an aguamenti over herself and dry up in 5 minutes with no issue.
"I know you prefer cooler climates Hermi' but this is an important place to research if we want to know more about the origins of the magic and the magic community in this country."
"Didn't the European witches and wizards bring their magic here and create Ilvermorny?" Hermione asked with genuine curiosity as they made their way out of the underground room and onto the main road.
Hideyoshi shook his head, "to those affiliated with Ilvermorny that may be but if that was the area I was studying I would head towards Salem. What I am interested in is far older."
They soon came towards a residential area filled with people wearing a mix of traditional and modern clothing. Hermione was curious about the residents here as their faces were not typically caucasian or african. In fact, they seemed like they are of asian descent.
"So you've noticed," the older Mori said with a grin. Hermione looked up at her father, eyebrows furrowed as she observed the people around them. Some residents seemed curious about their appearance and looked at them with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
"This.." he began, as he kneeled down to speak to Hermione "...is Oraibi in Navajo County in Arizona."
"Oraibi?" the brunette echoed.
"Oraibi or as some refer to it, Old Oraibi is where those of the Hopi Tribe live. It is one of four original Hopi villages, and one of the oldest continuously inhabited villages within the territory of the United States."
"Hopi? Is that what they are called" Hermione said using her eyes to gesture at the people around them.
"Technically, the name Hopi, is a shortening of what these Native American's call themselves, Hopi'sinom, or 'People Who Live in the Correct Way.' Hopi is a concept deeply rooted in the culture's spirituality, and its view of morality and ethics. They say to be Hopi is to endeavour toward this concept, which involves a state of total reverence and respect for all things, to be at peace with these things, and to live in accordance with the instructions of Maasaw, the Creator/Caretaker of Earth. The Hopi are to observe their traditional ceremonies for the benefit of the whole world" an unknown voice replied.
Hideyoshi and Hermione looked up to see a native american man, wearing light cotton shirt and trousers made with earth tones. He had black hair tied into a figure eight and had a cloth headband tied around his forehead. "Are you perhaps Kele?" the japanese asked politely.
"You are correct Mr Mori. Welcome to Oraibi" the man replied.
The man looked similar to the other residence in Oraibi but seemed to carry a calm and collected aura around him. Upon his appearance many of the more hostile residences gaze seemed to dissipate into nothingness. "Thank you for allowing us to stay with you and your community. This is my daughter, Hermione."
Kele slowly shifted his gaze to Hermione and seemed to observe her for a moment before nodding imperceptibly before he gestured for them to follow him, "it is the least I could do after you helped my nephew in London many years ago. To not do so would be an injustice."
"Ah yes, how is he by the way? It has been awhile since I heard from him."
"He has recently married a young woman in New Mexico and is expecting his first child this winter" Kele replied with a small smile, clearly enthusiastic about the new addition to the family.
A movement caught Kele's eyes as he turned to look at the young witch, "yes?" he asked simply.
"Mr Kele, how do you spell your name?" Hermione questioned with one hand in the air and the other holding Hideyoshi's hand.
The Hopi man seemed intrigued by the question and spelt out "K.E.L.E. Why do you ask?"
"Well, if I don't know how to spell your name how will I know what it means" Hermione replied, blinking as if it was an obvious question.
Hideyoshi smiled in exasperation and explained, "in Japanese some names may sound the same but are spelt differently. The different spellings denote the origins of the name and give it its meaning."
Kele nodded in understanding as Hermione excitedly asked, "so what does your name mean Mr Kele. It sounds really cool."
Despite himself, the man could not help but smile at the little girl's enthusiasm. Clearly, she was someone who thrived from learning, "Kele is a Hopi tribe name meaning Sparrow. A sparrow as a spirit animal may have different meanings. But it usually symbolises joy and protection or simplicity and community. This is because teamwork and hard work are what make the sparrows productive."
Hermione's eyes shone in happiness, she had not known that such cute birds had such a great meaning attached to them. "Are there others, like other tribes then in other places in America."
"By america, if you mean in the south and the whole of north america then yes. Some live in Canada whilst others live in places like Peru or Argentina though a large amount live in the United States."
"And what are they like?"
"Each tribe is quite different, some settled by riverbanks and mountains while others settled in the plains or grasslands. The most well-known are the Apache and Cherokee although I have heard that the Apsáalooke or the Crow Tribe in Montana have been allowing more women on the Crow Council over the last few years."
"Is the situation different for the Hopi?" Hideyoshi asked, his interest piqued.
"Traditionally, the Hopi were organised into matrilineal clans. The children are born into the same clan structure as the mother. These clan organizations extend across all villages. Children are named by the women of the father's clan. After the child is introduced to the Sun, the women of the paternal clan gather, and name the child in honor of the father's clan. Children can be given over forty names. The village members decide the common name. After the Europeans came and began that all began to change and now people would either use a non-Hopi English name or the parent's chosen Hopi name. Although, a person may also change the name upon initiation to traditional religious societies, or a major life event."
"So what does matrilineal mean? I've heard of a matriarch and a patriarch, is it something like that?" Hermione asked.
"It means that we would usually trace our bloodline through the mother rather than the father. You see little otter, any clan may contain one to several descent groups or family groups. As such, any matrilineal clan might be descended from one or several unrelated female ancestors. Moreover, each such descent group might have its own family name or surname, as one possible cultural pattern. So rather than using a surname passed down from the father, we would use one's clan name to trace back a family's history."
Hermione nods her head in understanding just as they arrived at a fairly modern looking wooden house. The brown oak looked strong as the two-story house stood tall in front of Hermione. The bannisters that lead up to the porch were painted white and a comfortable rattan sofa with plush white cushions sat looking out onto the street.
Hideyoshi looked at the house and blinked clearly in bafflement. "Although, there are some adobe houses here, only a few live in them now and some are used when other Hopi's from outside Arizona or those from other tribe's are visiting" Kele answered the silent question.
"Oh yes, I see. Of course, do forgive me Kele. I do not mean any offence" the Japanese replied.
Kele waved his hand dismissively, "you have never been to a reservation so I did not expect you to know what the norm is here."
"Will we be staying here papa?" Hermione said as she tugged on his hand lightly.
Hideyoshi turned to look at Kele who nodded in return, "yes it seems we will Hermi', are you excited?"
"Yes!" the brunette replied, "i've never seen a house like this before."
Entering the home, they are greeted by a woman with a "ha'u." The woman Zihna, who Kele introduced as his wife was a kind woman who gave off the same calm aura as her husband. She was a teacher at the reservation's school and wore her hair in two-long pigtails, jeans and a simple white blouse.
Hermione really liked Zihna who patiently answered all her questions and whose cooking was very delicious. The little witch particularly enjoyed the soup, hominy and cornbread that she had served that evening.
Many of the traditional Hopi food consisted of corn of various colours, beans, fruits such as watermelon and other wild plants like the hoyavako. This was due to the fact that the Hopi lived in the plains and as such farmed on dry lands.
As the night winded down to a halt, the father-daughter duo found themselves in their room, enjoying the quiet night. "Papa" Hermione whispered, Hideyoshi hummed in response to confirm that he was still awake. "If Miss Zihna is a teacher here are we going to be going to the school there."
"Unfortunately no, we may attend a class or two but the school here is a mix of both mages and non-mages but we will be seeing how traditional Hopi magic works from Kele."
"So Mr Kele is a wizard?"
"Not exactly, the better term would be shaman. He is also a member of their tribal council whilst his brother is the kikmongwi of the village."
"What is a kikmongwi papa?"
"From what I read in the past they were considered chief's of the village but now their role is that of a head priest."
"So what they do is kind of the same?"
Hideyoshi mulled over the question in his head, "accordingly, both are mediators between the world of spirits and the world of men but the shamans authority is entirely dependent on their individual ability whilst the priests acts in some measure for the tribe or nation. It's probably best to let Kele explain it tomorrow when he brings us along."
Nodding, Hermione shifted in her bed and snuggled underneath the blanket with a yawn. The next day at breakfast, Kele informed them that the best way to understand the Hopi and its magic was to first understand their origin. How their tribe began and how they survived. So they would be sitting in one of her 2nd grade classes to learn, which Hermione didn't mind in the slightest. Hideyoshi was also interested to find out more about the culture from a direct source though the tiny seats were not particularly comfortable for him to sit on.
In the class, Zihna taught her students that the tribe immigrated to the America's thousands of years ago. Many native americans used slash methods and selective fires to shape the land. Natives became a keystone species in the ecosystem and the mass death from disease brought by european settlers led huge ecological issues to the continent, in that huge boom in animal population for bison and passenger pigeons and reforestation to most of the continent.
The story made Hermione slightly upset as she could not understand how so much bad could be done from one disease. She was thankful that in the modern age, vaccines and other medical procedures both muggle and magical were able to prevent such widespread diseases. She could never imagine how helpless the native's must have felt to die from such an unknown cause.
The two part class, which made up an hour of their day was extremely informative and the two felt enlightened by the end of the class. Hermione enjoyed playing with the children and teaching them a bit about her own culture in Japan such as the Yabusame club that she was in or showing them how she wrote calligraphy.
The next day, they joined Kele as he ventured to a house that sat at the edge of Oraibi. When they entered, a distraught man came up and spoke to Kele in what the duo assumed to be Hopi. Kele nodded solemnly and told the man in english to bring him to the room. The man glanced towards the Mori's warily to which Kele put up his hand in assurance, "these are my guests, you need not worry their presence will not affect anything."
The man nodded hastily and guided them to a room upstairs. Upon entering, Hermione could smell a strong musk that caused her to frown, Hideyoshi was much more subtle, his nose twitching slightly. Kele however walked up to the bed where a woman lay. The wizard and witch stood close to the room's entry way, not wanting to disturb Kele nor the family too much with their presence.
Kele took the woman's wrist and held it for a few moments and proceeded to use a crystal and hover it all over the woman's body, "She has been like this for a long time?"
"Yes, we thought she was simply having a summer cold or flu but she has gotten sicker week after week. It has been a month since she became ill" he replied.
"There is much impurity in her body, I will need time to collect certain herbs in order to heal her body. In the meantime, I will put up a protection to prevent any further impurity from entering" he stated before gesturing to the man to leave. The man furrowed his eyebrows clearly confused as to why he had to leave whilst two outsiders were allowed to stay as the shaman performed the protection prayer but left.
Kele leaned towards the two before speaking to ensure that neither the woman nor man heard their conversation, "the prayer itself is not a secret but even amongst the Hopi, magic is not fully understood. There are shamans who are unable to connect to energy around them as you and I are able to."
The father and daughter nodded in understanding and Kele began to chant in a song like manner. He did not have a traditional wand nor did his hand movements were limited yet Hermione could feel it, the air around them crackled. Suddenly, a feeling of safety encompassed the little witch, she could not understand what was happening but once Kele finished his chant she could only feel a sense of safety and security.
"W-what was that?" Hideyoshi stumbled out shocked.
Kele looked amused at the two foreigners, "there is the well-known protego spell isn't there. Surely, there would be one to protect the body in other ways then just physically."
Hideyoshi slapped his face as if the most obvious solution was presented to him, which he has overlooked. Hermione on the other hand was ecstatic, she had never experienced magic in this way before and it was illuminating to the young girl. Safe to say, the little witch badgered Kele to teach her about the different prayers and healing herbs that did not exist in her herbology textbooks.
Plants that she never thought to be of much use or had never seen before were actually very good sources of medicine that even non-magical beings were able to cultivate. These plants such as the dandelion are considered nothing but pests to greater society. However, when fresh if plucked carefully and dried, it becomes a natural ingredient that can calm people down.
Then there was the creosote bush also known as chaparral. This plant cannot be found on Hopi reservation and located in warmer arid areas such as New Mexico or Mojave. The plant needs to be boiled three times for it to strengthen the blood. The water used to boil it the other two times can be used for different conditions. The water from the first boil can be kept and used to treat athlete's foot and second is not as strong as the third but by adding red clover the water can be used as a tea to cleanse the system.
In one of the night time discussions, Hermione drinking some hot cocoa made with an actual bar of chocolate and milk curled up next to her father on the plush couch as he spoke with Kele that the shaman explained, "the traditional Hopi world, as reflected in Hopi oral literature, is infused with magic—a seamless tapestry of everyday life and the supernatural."
The way he spoke was like someone telling an epic folktale, it was deep and soothing and felt as if he spoke with multiple voices although his tone never wavered or changed in any way. "For the Hopis, the spoken or sung word can have a magical effect on others. Witchcraft, the wielding of magic for selfish purposes by a powaqa, or sorcerer has long been a powerful, malevolent force."
Hideyoshi clasped his hand together as he leaned forward slightly "so, magic is channeled through the spoken word to affect others much like the incantations used in modern day magic communities. What is the difference between a shaman and sorcerer?"
"Sorcerers, like your animaguses of today, have the ability to change into animals such as a crow, a coyote, a bat, or a skeleton fly, and hold their meetings in a two-tiered kiva to the northeast of Hopi territory. Shamanism, the more benevolent but equally powerful use of magic for healing, was once commonplace but is no longer practiced among the Hopis. Shamans, or povosyaqam, often used animal familiars and quartz crystals to help them to see, diagnose, and cure illnesses."
"Would you equate them to being mediwitch then?"
"The current style of medicine used by magical beings of today fails to realise its full potential. They are so focused on the body or the mind that they do not even consider the spirit of the person."
"Was it not said in the first meeting that Hopi is to have full respect and reverence for all things and to be at peace with these things."
"Things?" Hermione asked, not fully grasping the whole concept. The Hopi are spiritual beings, much of their way of life doesn't just revolve around the logical. Despite Japan being quite a spiritual country as well their way of life differed quite a bit from the Hopi.
For the Japanese they have an ideology called Ikigai. The word "gai" comes from the word "kai" which translates to "shell".it is said that "Gai" is the key to finding your purpose, or value in life. It is an overarching ideology consisting of thoughts such as what you are good at, what the world needs, what you can be paid for, and of course, what you love. Much of it relates to the self, you as an individual and how you can make the most of your life whilst helping others.
The Hopi's belief revolves around living in harmony with all creation and having goodness in your heart. If one achieves this, she will be walking the Hopi Way that brings freedom from want and suffering. The Kachinas, beneficent beings who guide the Hopi, teach the tenets of the Hopi Way. They explain the spiritual laws of harmony and warn of the suffering brought about by failing to follow the Hopi Way.
Kele nodded and cast his gaze towards the small girl, "we Hopis believe that human beings are made up of three components: the body, mind and spirit, and that health is achieved when there is harmony between the three. Unwellness comes when there is disharmony in one or all of the components, when one is not walking the Hopi Way."
The witch furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as if trying to pick apart a riddle that lay before her. Noticing this Hideyoshi decided to land his daughter a hand, "the spirit is the essence of what makes us the way we are. It is our love and fear, judgment and understanding, bias and acceptance. A mind riddled with fear affects the body and causes sickness similarly, a weak body affects the mind, causing it to look through a lense of negativity."
"But what does that have to do with the spirit?"
Kele decided to cut in when Hideyoshi seemed to struggle to answer such a deep yet simple question posed by the witch, "the spirit is the connection to our higher self. It exists eternally and is without any flaw. It is what connects all things together from the earth to the sea."
Hermione pouted at the old man, "it doesn't really make sense."
Hideyoshi then had a brilliant thought that hit him, "well let's take your connection with Koro for example. How does it work when you two work together?"
"Koro?" Hermione repeated before giving the question some thought, "koro and I….hmmm." Despite utilising Koro quite often when she experimented with Koro's powers in and out of Defence Against the Dark Arts class she could not seem to explain the situation.
"It's a connection isn't it. Something that feels so natural that it can only be experienced" Hideyoshi tried to describe to which Hermione nodded in agreement.
"A connection with a spirit is sacred, for you to be able to do so is a great achievement for one so young" Kele praised with a small smile on his slightly wrinkled face. The brunette smiled in response, overjoyed.
Many Hopi feel an intimate and immediate connection with their past. Indeed, for many Hopi, time does not proceed in a straight line, as most people understand it. Rather, the past may be past and present more or less simultaneously. In the present Fourth World, the Hopi worship Masauwu, who admonished them to 'always remember their gods and to live in the correct way.'
Tawa, the sun spirit. Tawa is the creator, and it was he who formed the "First World" out of Tokpella, or endless space, as well as its original inhabitants. Masauwu or the Skeleton Man is the Spirit of Death, Earth God, door keeper to the Fifth World, and the Keeper of Fire. He was also the Master of the Upper World, or the Fourth World, and was there when the good people escaped the wickedness of the Third World for the promise of the Fourth.
One story has it that it was Masauwu who helped settle the Hopi at Oraibi and gave them stewardship over the land. He also charged them to watch for the coming of the Pahana, the Lost White Brother. The true Pahana is the Lost White Brother of the Hopi. Most versions have it that the Pahana or Elder Brother left for the east at the time that the Hopi entered the Fourth World and began their migrations. However, the Hopi say that he will return again and at his coming the wicked will be destroyed and a new age of peace, the Fifth World, will be ushered into the world.
"When you ask where did magic come from, what are its origins, the answer always turns back to the gods. I, however, believe that magic is a manifestation of a transition. Currently we live in the Fourth World, but are on the threshold of the Fifth World."
The Hopi believe we had lived in previous worlds before. And in each of the three previous worlds, humanity was destroyed by destructive practices and wars. In the most commonly believed the Spider Grandmother (Kookyangso'wuuti) caused a reed to grow into the sky, and it emerged in the Fourth World at the sipapu, a small tunnel or inter-dimensional passage. As the end of one world draws near the sipapu appears to lead the Hopi into the next phase of the world.
"So you're saying that magic is the result of two dimensions coming into contact?" Hideyoshi asked intrigued yet somehow slightly disturbed by such a differing viewpoint. He had never truly considered such an idea in all his years of research.
Kele nodded in agreement, "currently the relationship is in the process of definition. I have observed through the eyes of my animal guide, the power to effect time and create parallels and observe them." At this point, the old shaman suddenly stopped and turned his glassy eyes to Hermione. Despite the fact he was looking straight at her, she felt like he was not looking at 'her'. "That is the power of the fifth world."
Finally, he closed his eyes as if falling into deep slumber. A few seconds later, when they opened his glassy eyes were now sharp and direct. Seemingly awakening from a dreamlike state, he took a deep breath and sat straighter in the wicker chair. "Have you found the answers you were looking for," he asked rhetorically as if knowing the answer before he even asked.
Hideyoshi looks at his daughter, and pats her back to the little girl's confusion. "Yes, I think i've learnt much from this meeting, thank you Kele" he bowed in appreciation.
"No, thank you, after many years as a shaman I have been able to look at our way of life through the eyes of a child once more. There is an innocence of wanting to simply know that both you and your daughter possess. Sometimes even the oldest of us must be reminded of that beauty that comes with simplicity" Kele stated eyes crinkling in happiness.
Two days later, they were packed up and ready to go. Hermione hugged both Zihna and Kele goodbye, entering the personal Hopi floo network hidden in a kiva. Despite enjoying her time in the USA Hermione was ready to go home and relax before her next semester began.
The ride home was not through port-key this time. In fact, since there was still a little over two weeks of summer vacation left, Hideyoshi decided to use a mix of muggle and magical transportation. Using a plane from California to Germany, the two spent 24 hours exploring Munich. Eating many a Schweinshaxe (german pork knuckle) and Apfelstrudel (apple strudel), the two enjoyed it so much that Hideyoshi had playfully told the girl, "when you're older I will take you here for Oktoberfest so we can have your first legal alcoholic drink together." Hermione smiled widely at her father holding out her pinkie for their own version of a solemn oath.
After that they rushed to get on their train to Berlin where they would then change trains to a magical one. If Hermione's books were correct, England had a similar transportation mechanism for their students to reach the British wizarding school. Something that sounded like Ox-ward Express. She shrugged, it was unlikely that she would ever sit on the train therefore did not give much thought to it. She highly doubted the train could beat the current one that she was on, which was specifically inscribed with an undetectable extension charm. The passengers were solely magical beings and the train was decorated with luxurious carpeting and the cabins were designed to have both beds and a small washroom, showers and toilets included.
For the more wealthy passengers, the train had a larger room filled with a queen sized bed, a private dining session, a large bathing area and free mini-bar. Hideyoshi was not a frugal man but felt that the premium rooms were a waste and didn't want Hermione to be spoilt in such a way. As such, the two enjoyed eating in the dining room with the rest of the passengers, even striking up a friendly conversation with one or two other travellers.
One of which was a Polish witch of siren descent. Her pure white skin contrasted ethereally with her black hair. Her voice was like a smooth velvet that ghosted over one's skin. Something about the radiant woman gave her a familiar feeling but Hermione wasn't sure as to why. She shook the feeling off and as Hideyoshi nudged her off the train at their destination in Russia. From there they would be taking a port key home to Japan.
As they stepped out of the train station a platinum blonde rushed and grabbed the little brunette, "unhand me vile woman!" Hermione screeched, not noticing who was cradling her.
"Excuse me? Mori what have you been teaching her!" the woman stated, her grey eyes flashed in anger.
"I-Inessa, I'm sure Hermione just doesn't recognise you. After all it's been years since you last met, a person suddenly grabbing you out of nowhere may be a kidnapper or something" he stuttered.
"Well, at least she knows how to protect herself" Inessa sighed as she looked down towards the little girl. "You've grown so big, do you remember me Hermione."
The brunette furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the beautiful woman's face. "Well zayka (bunny) do you remember the music in magic?" she asked with a smile.
A lightbulb shined in Hermione's mind, "Aunt Inessa!" she squealed in happiness, hugging the woman tightly. The woman's 180cm built engulfed the girl who was at average height for those her age but looked tiny in the arms of the Russian witch.
"So we have 48 hours before your portkey opens. How about I apparate you both to my apartment here in Moscow" the older witch stated.
"I would be grateful if you could. Although the journey has been fun, I think the two of us could use a room that doesn't move." The trio walked down an alley and promptly winked out of sight.
At the apartment, Inessa began preparing a meal for the tired duo as they showered and refreshed themselves for the last leg of the trip. During the rest of the afternoon and evening, Hermione chatted away with Inessa telling her all about how her school was going and even showing her a few spells that she remembered when she visited Koldovstoretz. It seemed that all of the students that she had met during her time there had graduated though, the youngest of which graduated last year. After the excitement of the day, Hermione knocked out in the early evening and Hideyoshi carried her into a room to let her rest.
"So" Inessa began, drinking some tea as she watched Hideyoshi close the bedroom door, "you have heard about the dark whispers coming from the West."
The dark haired man rolled his eyes and plonked down on the dining chair, " I would hardly describe England as West in comparison to Russia."
"We are in Eastern Europe, they are in Western Europe, hence West" Inessa replied smartly.
Hideyoshi sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, "I admit, there have been rumours that some of followers have been sniffing around the international black market."
"But?"
"But nothing concrete. They would have to wait until the boy who lived begins his schooling and at that point.."
Inessa filled in the blank, "it's all hands on deck." Hideyoshi nodded stiffly, his lips turned down into a grim. Inessa closed her eyes and casted her gaze to the closed room door, "whatever happens, continue teaching her well. She will be able to take care of herself."
"I hope it does not come to that," Hideyoshi muttered. The two spent discussing other matters as dusk turned to dawn and a new day began once more.
Hey everyone, so this chapter is a little bit different. Not as slapstick comedy-esque but I really hope you enjoy the story. Unlike in previous chapters I know nothing about Native American culture particularly Hopi culture so I'm starting from zero. I did a lot of research from mythology, research papers and various websites to craft the story but if I get anything wrong feel free to tell me so I can change it. This story is abt representing culture, beliefs or as many countries that aren't as represented in canon verse.
And as always stay awesome and comments are all read and much appreciated.