Paha Sapa

Day 2,911, 09:47 • Published in Japan Serbia • by Stargazer89

Night. Cold autumn night. All around me there's serenity. Only the wind disturbs silence,and the wolfs in the distance. At least I think those are the wolfs. I feel like eons have passed since the last time I took a breath of fresh air of this planet,or heard howling of wolfs. I am gazing at the starry heavens. So many stars...



Tales of my people say that you can count up to three thousand stars,when the skies are clear. Now I know that there are unimaginably more of them,but I still remember stories of my ancestors. They are closer to my soul,those stories. They are the core of my being.



Slowly,shaman lights a fire. He is preparing the pipe and he is about to step into a world beyond. Visions are what we need now,we gotta know what will be,if the Sacred Spirit would be merciful and reveal it to us. Although we are such an advanced race,we will never abandon our way of life. The way of life of our ancestors. Forever we must stay bound to nature and Wakan Tanka.
As a commander of the fleet,I have the honor to be the only one to witness sacred ritual. We stand at the foot of the Black Hills. At the center of the cosmos itself. Shaman and I,we feel the power of this place,its magic,with our entire bodies. What beauty did we give to humans,what treasure. They didn't even know what they had. They didn't live and enjoy it. They were only destroying everything they could. They almost wiped out my kinsmen. And those that survived,they now keep in reservations. The Earth suffers because of them. Humans have done a terrible crimes and now they must pay.
But,not yet. Not until Wakan Tanka has spoken. Not until I know that it is completely righteous. Only then will I order the rest of the invasion forces to break humans' weak resistance. We Anasazi have conquered many worlds. But this one is not like the others,this one is special. This one is the center of the universe.
I am on my knees. I take some of this magic dust into my hands. This piece of land on which the Paha Sapa stands is sacred - wakan - to me. I must touch it,hear it,see it,breath it in. Shaman begins with his dance. Song that he sings is discontinuous,but harmonic. It's in harmony with Wakan Tanka.
I look into the fire and it seems to me that I see a string of life. I just need to touch it,and it will carry me to another world,another dimension. Maybe there I will comprehend and accept the fate that Wakan Tanka intended for us. And as I reach out towards the fire,these words slip off of my lips:
"I am Paha Sapa. Toksha ake chante ista wacinyankantin ktelo. Hecetu. Mitakuye oyasin!"

Wakan Tanka,be merciful...