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The Promise of Love.....

long ago, there was a young indian girl that lived in the village of her people. she had lived her life the best way she could by honouring the spirits, her ancestors and the elders of her tribe. and she had been blessed. long hair tied with ribbons, a beautiful smile graced her lips. the girl had everything she needed.... except one thing.... she never found a brave that was worthy of her love. oh but many have tried, but she saw through the words they spoke and peered into their soul to see what layeth there. tis the reason she remained alone in life. she was well liked by everyone who she had came in contact with. she never met a stranger she didnt like, at least most of the time. she was even gifted in the ways of talking to the anmals and they felt comfortable being around her.

she was walking with her basket of fresh picked flowers and berries when she noticed a new brave in the camp. she looked on briefly as she noted how strong he had looked, but with soft eyes. she continued with her work as he mingled amongst the others within the camp. seemed as if he had known them from another time because all had welcomed him with open arms. there was much talk that she could not hear from the elders concerning this man. she was too far from them to listen to the words the wise ones spoke of. besides, tis not her place to evesdrop on the elders and conversations.

one day, she ran into this brave while picking berries beside the great oak. he spoke softly greeting her without looking at who had walked up. calling her by name he spoke softly. they continued talking for a few moments until he turned and looked at her. she looked into his eyes for the first time and saw true love. one worthy of such a prized gift that she had to give to one. they spoke for some time and the day grew into night, they sat beneath the oak tree and watched the stars twinkling above them. as the moon slowly came into view from behind the clouds, she could almost see a face looking at her, but was unable to see clearly.

they spoke often after that first meeting. growing closer to one another as the day turned into night, and again into day. time passed quickly and fall of the year was quickly upon them. they had a prosperious summer and had plenty stored to see them through the winter that cometh with biting cold they knew that would surely come. they made their ways preparing everything for the winter ahead of them. the chief and the other elders of the tribe were happy with how hard everyone had done their part in preparing for the winter months ahead of them. they recall too many winters many moons ago when they were not prepared as they should have been and suffered through the winter. longing for spring each day.

the day had come when the young squaw realized the brave she spent her time with was the one she was meant to be with for life. the brave had captured her heart, as well as she captured his.

the young brave went to the elders of the camp and asked  to be united with this squaw for years to come. they all had agreed after talking for many hours. they would be joined in 1 week from this day.

the others began to prepare for the ceremony joining the 2 spirits into one. much was done for the ceremony as well as for the dinner that would follow later that eve.

as the ceremony took place, the young brave spoke of his love for the young squaw and how he would protect her, always be there for her when she had needs, always guide her as she lived out her long life, always by her side... for eternity. these words surprised some that attended the ceremony but the elders of the camp looked on knowingly.

as she turned to take his hand to be led away to their tent, to make it a home, she saw that look in his eyes, the look she saw on the first day they had talked. she knew it was the look of love in his eyes. they spent their afternoon together, the majic they created with one another was great and strong. afterwards, weak and tired, they made their way outside to take part in the celebration feast that had been so kindly prepared for them as well as others. they was many toasts, and great speeches that were made on the couples behalf. all spoke of praises of the couple. the eldest of the elders spoke of the promise the brave had swore to honour. spoke in great detail of an old story that had been past down for many generations. some do not belive in the old story, but were amused nonetheless and had caught everyones attention.

during the winter, a neighborhing tribe had been seen slipping into the camp and taking supplies they needed for survival as they had not provided enough for them to make it through the winter. one day, they had planned on taking over the camp as a great storm and came through and destroyed their camp. they wished to have the camp that stood like the mountains. strong and it had survived the storm. the elders of the neighboring tribe all agreed a battle to take control of the camp was needed if they were to survive the cold winter.

the plans for the battle was made, and planned out well. on the day of the battle that was to be started for control of the camp and its supplies, everyone dressed out in full war makeup, even the horses were covered with relgious markings to speed like the wind, and as steady as the eagles as they sore to great heights. the battle was to be commenced at sun fall. as the sun fell into the night, the members of the tribe prepared for sleep. some stayed up by the fire wrapped in buffalo skin blankets watching the stars speak to them. from out of no wheres came the war cries of the attacking tribe. arrows flying through the air, some hitting intended targets, as others fell harmlessly to the ground. the cries awoken the braves of the camp, and came out ready to defend their home to the death if need be.

the battle was great, many fell, some ran from the violence that came. the camp was prepared for such a battle to come in time as they had seen the other tribe sneaking into camp and stealing supplies. they were ready for the day to come when they couldnt take anymore and decided to attack the peaceful camp. the battle was great... all fought bravely to defend their homes, women and children. for the attacking tribe cared not of the people, but only supplies. when the attacking tribe realized that the attack was not going to be sucsseful, they retreated quickly into the night.

as the women searched for their husbands and cared for the wounded, all had found their mates, family members except for one. she still searched for her new husband that she only took a short time ago. she searched and searched until at least she walked upon him lying in the snow. a piercing scream that could be heard for miles around came from that young girl. she had walked upon and found her mate, lying their in the red snow.

she grieved for him all through winter and when spring came, still she couldnt not forget him and how her heart ached. she went about her chores quietly, hardly ever smiling. one day she was by the old oak tree, picking berries and flowers as she had done many times before. she heard a rustling noise from behind her. she turned and saw no one. she continued picking berries and as she started to weep for her lost love, she caught a glimpse of something walking up to her left. she turned and saw a white wolf, walking slowly towards her. the wolf's head down low, walking every so carefully. as the girl turned to retrieve a knife she had hidden within her deer skin dress, she noticed something. the wolf stoped dead in its tracks and just looked at her. the wolf dropped its head, and almost smiled at her. he started to walk slowly towards the great oak tree and the girl looked closely at the wolf for she had never saw one behave quiet this way. when the wolf came even closer to her she noticed something very different with this wolf, yet so familiar.

she saw the wolf's eyes.... there beneath those eyes she saw the same look of love she had seen in her brave she took as her mate for eternity. the wolf stopped, wimpered softly as the girl looked on and saw a tear fall from the wolf's eyes. the girl opens her arms to the wolf, wrapping her arms around the wolf she cried joyfully. the look in the wolf's eyes told all.

she remembered the story the eldest of the elders spoke of at the wedding feast. because of the love that burned so deep within the brave and the young squaw, and his promise to always be there with her, the Great Spirit took note of this and granited the brave his promise... they were reunited once again, to be with one another for eternity as the brave had asked for and the Great Spirit saw the truth in ones soul, granted him that wish of love for eternity.....