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Once a long while back before the white demons appeared my people lived in harmony with the many sprits of earth. We respected their ways and showed them the proper respect and in exchanged we lived a bountiful life. The animals never stopped coming, the woods stretched far, and we were never hungry or sick. But then the white demons came clothed in friendship.

I walked out of the woods. My family came and greeted me. “What is your guiding spirit?” My little sister asked egger to hear the news. I had just returned from my sprit hunt. We are lead to a spot in the woods were we stay for how ever long it takes for the spirit to come eating nothing and seeing no one. I looked down at her and gave her a hug. “What no hello just jumping right in to the spirits. I haven’t seen you in many suns and moons and have not eaten any of Na’s good cooking since then as while.” My Na looked at me. She knew of the doubt that loomed in my heart. When I left I had told her. I had feared the spirits would send me a guider that would make me travel far. I was right the spirits sent me the Black Panther. It was the most alone of the spirits constantly wondering and learning of many things. It was also known to become friends with those others considered enemies and be stealthy. I could not bear to tell them this until I had time to say good bye to my family. I gave my mom a smile hopping it relaxed her. With my eyes I told her to let me just spend a little bit more time. Her eyes narrowed but she said nothing about the spirits. It could wait. The rest of the tribe came and greeted me. Praising the spirits for my safe return. The chieftain called for a feast in honor of my return. That night was beautiful. The green flames from the wood the Spirit of the Sea provided made the faces but shadows and the village full of dark corners. But the real light came from the laughter and songs that the people sung and the spirit dances. Each dressed as a mother spirit dancing praises to them. The music drifted across the crowded area. It was a marry time nothing could have ruined it. That night I fell asleep in the comfort of my wigwam finally home. That night I dreamed I was fallowing a panther through the woods. The trees looked formerly though I could no place them. Light appeared in head of me and the smell of fire reached my nostrils. Still I did not understand.