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Sky Warrior


I opened my eyes and I saw the fluttering of wings that echoed around the sky like a rage of bosk in stampede. The colors were vivid and powerful like the uncontrollable grass fire wrapping around the lands like the breath of sky themselves. It made me smile. It wasn't the swarm that I followed, no. It was just one. One that walked along the railing of my wagon, waiting for me. Grandmother was singing this early afternoon while I was grinding herbs she asked me to. I didn't know the words to her song, something I'm sure from her childhood. I think its the only time there is no tears. Its the melody I adore. I had just finished the grinding of the mixture when I saw him. Did I know it was a small bugged Warrior and not a maiden...yes. I did. He was very proud looking even with the most delicate of wings. I tapped the last of the mixture into the small pouch, it was for an elder lady whose daughter was weeping still from her second stillborn. Grandmother promised there wouldn't be a three. Three was all there was allowed in life. Three chances, Three signs, Three pains, Three aches, and Three souls all entwined. Not sure what any of that meant, but Eesamer teases me, that it means I have to get out the wagon soon so he can get himself a mate. So he will be sending me off for the first Warrior that wants me when I'm old enough. I asked him, what will he do when his mate is with child then? He simply said, then I will have to wait to have children until Easamer goes to the sky. We have wagered since I was 9 years old over this. We are still tied. Of course we tease, Grandmother says she is waiting for a young strapping Warrior to come offer to mate her, cause it will happen before the two of us. Kinda takes the joy out of our joke. Leaves the woe of....what if it really happens? My other siblings long mated and out of our family wagons scold the three of us for talking like such, but its our special moment of teasing.

I thought of my siblings as I walked out to the Warrior bug, following him as he took flight. I listened, for every beat of his wings in my following. Pausing only when it was lost in the choirs of the other wings. That is when I saw them. I saw three, a Woman and two sons. One she carried the other at her hand. I wanted to touch the young man, but that is rude! One can't just go around touching other folks kids! Plus, I was close to the first wagons, I didn't know who these people were. I reached up to feel the ribbons of bugs coil around my fingers. "The Sky is sending us signs that she will soon give us the omens that will tell us the time is right. Her Warriors will lead" Not sure who I spoke to, perhaps the ground, perhaps the three near me who seemed to really need a few words. I could only feel happy, rejoiced, a burst I needed myself filling my lungs with breaths from those fanning wings and giggled vibrations at my lips. She seemed, the one with the two sons...to question why I needed to say such. I didn't want to ruin the moment of the words that belonged to only her, so I said only the truth, the truth of life, no secret in what is given to us, just some see it better then others, and some see more or seek more then the truths of nature, I...just embrace it.

"The Sky, the spirit, talks to us all the time through her messengers, the earth is her flesh, the breeze every breath, and the way the water flows like the giving blood, and how the smaller creature act...her words. We have but to listen."

As I turned to walk home, I heard another voice asking a question of me. A young Warrior seeking more then my name, I shall give him his first command. My finger brushed along the family that still wove its play on my other hand, finding my Warrior bug who brought me here. I placed him on the tip of the child's nose, before giving him my name. I gave a little bow to the two men of honor, whispering lightly in the child's ear.

"For he will follow you everywhere, make sure he is there to keep your new brother safe...for when you see him, and not always with your eyes mind you, there is luck, even when it seems so dark, there is always luck as long as you..believe"

I left him with that whisper, and home I went. The wagons I passed a few would fly off and walk the binding ropes of the leather canvases, some even seemed to melt into the painted designs. I made to the back wagons, with only a few left on the top of my hand. I stood in the shadow of those to my left hearing my Brother have words with men I have never seen before at our home. They carried jars of paint, that were left on the ground, that droplets around the edges of the lids told of its deep crimson color.

He went walking with the men past me, only when I thought I would be safe to slip back in with Grandmother, did I hear.

"Noelani, follow"