“Yes, Two Feathers.”
“I see things and I hear things, Grandfather.”
“I know you do.”
“No Grandfather! I see things other people don’t see, I hear things other people don’t hear!”
“I know you do Two Feathers. I knew the moment you were born. You see no bad in people, you see their souls, and you hear their souls. Your name is Two Feathers, one feather is the energy of all its former attachment, and it gives you strength and vision. The second feather is the quill for telling the story of all you see and hear and together they help you fly. If you believe you can fly….you will. You must tell their story to the skies. You have worked hard, you have studied and you have listened to your elders, it is time you go find the mountains and the rivers, go find the sacred place.”
“Yes grandfather, I know I can fly, the corn is over my head and I feel the skies pulling on me. I feel the earth moving me, but I don’t know the way; I don’t know where to go?”
“Go to the sacred place in the Black Hills , the place where all the metal horses go, the place called Sturgis!”
“I don’t know the way Grandfather, how to I find this place the metal horses go called Sturgis?”
“Follow the Eagles, follow the hawks, follow the crows, follow the hunters who fly, they will show you the way.”
“But, they don’t all fly the same direction how will I know if I am going the right way? I will be scared in the rain, the thunder, the wind and the dark.”
“Sometimes they will take you a different direction, but there is a reason and they will always end up where you should go. They will keep you out of danger, Trust the feathers! You have a gift Two Feathers, go. Go see the things and hear the things that only you see and hear, tell it to the skies at night. The rest of us will look to the skies from our stone and wood teepees and the skies will tell us what you have said. We will tell others and ride with you on your way to where all the metal horses go. Your metal horse is waiting, go now two feathers, go ride!”
“I ride grandfather, I will leave now.”
“I have some old friends who ride metal horses. They belong to the Fucarwe Tribe, find them and have a little fun, tell them Chief “Great Rolling Stones” said hello.”
“Yes Grandfather I will find them and I will find this place they call Sturgis. I will find them both if it takes me many miles and many days, I will find them.”
Will Two Feathers find the Fucarwe Tribe; will he find this place they call Sturgis? Will the hunters that fly take him the right direction? Will the wind blow him over, will the rain wash him away, will the sun melt him or the mountains freeze him? Look to the skies everyday and find out what Two Feathers has seen and heard, and help him find the way!
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