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Do you believe that when a blue jay sings and the body trembles, that is a sign that someone important is coming? War drums beat heavy, lightening cracks as Sipikne whispers, wisdom to the owl. Fear shakes the painted body of a strong viro warrior, as wisdom burns the skin of a pueblo wùuti. Eototo brings seasons of fire and floods, combining under a common plane. Muuyaw, the moon glistens in silence. War drums beat heavily in their veins, Taawa and Kuuyi meet as yat' siminoli, unconquered people. Both strong, filled with shima and hope- dancing for the same thing. Their bodies twist in a ritual sacrifice, dancing for

Prologue; A very large amount of you will render this story completely superfluous and by no means will it convince you that the people around you may not be human. To even fewer, this story might make complete sense. Have you ever stopped your busy life to ponder the people surrounding you and their origins? You probably have and the logical answers would be one of the many Earthly races or even a combination of them. Most of the time, this is wrong. Very, very wrong.. Throughout mankind's generations, the truth has been hidden away. No longer do books write of the real past, instead they hide it and present something made of false testame

You. You are just like the ocean. I often find you, crashing against my sandy shores, as your glittering peaks search me for comfort. I will, as I have always done, graciously accept the task and warm your edges. Just enough. Enough to make you rise more than you fall. We'd dance together. Happily moving with the motions of your waves, giving and taking in equal parts. Your pockets were full of sand, and my lungs with water.. We are at peace. At least, until night falls. The dark sky brings a reminder. You grow cold, as I grow hard. And distance separates us once more. I often wonder, why do I put myself through this? G