Look deep into our eyes,
as we speak to you
the continuance of this story.
We have been Reindeer's Spirit Guides
since she was an infant.
Who better to tell her story?
We speak to you
upon the wind of a night song.
We play within your visions
as this chapter now unfolds.
Reindeer And Spirit Walker
The Call Of The Wolves
Reindeer could barely move,
with conciousness, only coming,
every now and again.
Wind Spirit left her without food or water,
when he had thrown her to the ground,
leaving her to the call of the wolves, and the
blaze of their eyes, as they approached ever nearer.
She has been left to the mercy of the wild,
with no one knowing where she is,
and that she needs help.
Spirit Walker . . .
Oh please hear me!
'Am I to die here without ever
kissing your lips again? . . . .'
Spirit Walker had spent long exhausting days on the trail.
His face painted to protect it from the blistering sun.
As he rode he saw visions of Reindeer dance before him.
Why couldn't he erase her face from his memory?
It had taken him almost a years time, to discover the difference,
between being miserable and being happy. To admit that he owed
Reindeer a chance of explanation, had been,
a lesson very hard learned.
His soul bled without her. There had to be a way
to make things right between them. His son needed a father,
and he needed the son's mother, to make his life complete.
She though, had been in the arms of Lone Wolf!
He had cradled her face and sought her lips.
And yet,
there was always her face
before him in his dreams.
Somehow,
yesterday did not hold
as much importance as before.
He missed her smiles.
Her giggles . . .
He even missed
their playful wrestling matches
Which more often than not, she had won.
He felt a smile cross his lips.
He hadn't smiled in months!
He drew himself back to the matter at hand.
What was he doing out here again
in the middle of nowhere?
Chasing some stupid female, that had no better sense
than to travel alone! That's what he is doing out here.
He could not deny Chief White Coud anything.
He was the father he never had, and the voice he would
pass on to Running Bear, when he again held him in his arms.
When he had wondered into camp, tired, hungry,
and still very angry, the chief had accepted him as a son.
He had lived in the tiny village for a little over year now.
He had just returned from an excercise in humility.
Another lesson to be learned from the Cheif
who had sent him into the desert to fast, with only
the company of the moon and stars,
to bring certainty to his mind.
He had been gone for many, many, moons.
He was already tired and saddle sore.
Chief White Cloud
had asked him to do this.
So do this he will.
Spirit Walker's thoughts were interrupted by
the call of an eagle. The sound was piercing!
Where was it? He saw no sign of it in the sky.
As the clouds began to gather, within the mist,
came a vision within the western sky.
Before him loomed the spirit of Great Eagle.
A vision few had ever seen or heard speak.
It took a moment for him
to be able to turn his eyes away
Spirit Walker . . .
hear me as I speak!
The young Indian Princess you follow
is in great danger!
Ride on the wind Sprit Walker
for it is Reindeer that calls your name.
Reindeer!!
How could he have been so blind?
Of course it is Reindeer. he has been following!
Whom else would do such a thing!
He should have known when the chief told
him, of the young woman, that had wondered
into camp exhausted and alone, yet insisted
on leaving again in search of a memory.
Did the Chief know that this was the princess
he had spoken of in their conversations,
when he sent him to follow behind, asking him
to stay hidden, unless to meet face to face,
was a cause of destiny?
But how would he know of Reindeer?
This is so like her.
Just so like her!
How far ahead could she be?
Wolves howl, and the night wind sings, as we now
leave this chapter and the ending of our narration.
What lies ahead, remains to be seen, if you care to
read yet another page of the fantasy.
