My Life - Original Writing - 1250 Words

â€Å"I lay in Death’s arms; writhing in feverish pain, my stomach drawn tight from hunger. I talked with the Great Spirit and asked him to take me, to release me from my torment, but he said it was not my time. He said that I must learn to see, not with my eyes, but with my heart, my spirit within. â€Å"He nourished my body with the blood of the bear, which gave me strength, then said, that because I was brave, I would live. I was to teach my people of his ways. The Great Spirit told me that when the yellow mocker called, and I lay in death’s final arms, that I would again be able to see,† he paused, looking into his fire. â€Å"Did I die?† asked Two Feathers thoughtfully. â€Å"I do not know, but I was dead in the darkness. For how long; I do not know. When I awoke, my sight was gone. They whispered of my eyes, saying the snow had taken my sight. I told them that Death, had taken my sight. That Death rode a pale horse and was chasing the bear, and when we smashed together, death caught me and tried to claim my spirit. â€Å"Running Horse and Tutolaka did not see the bear, or death. They say that I fall down. That I was ill and talking out of my head. That it had been two moons ago and they could not carry me and the deer, so they had stayed with me. For that, I know they were my friends. â€Å"Why was I chosen? I do not know. Only, that I must tell everyone of the Great Spirit’s ways, how he saved me from Death, and how we should care for one another. We should prepare for our days ahead, buildShow MoreRelatedMy Life - Original Writing1267 Words   |  6 PagesI yawn and arch my back in a big stretch. I could see my breath in the air. It would be getting colder from now on. I take a look around the small hut we call home. Adam is still curled up on the old mattress, a bundle of blankets wrapped around him. Mom isn’t sleeping next to him, probably out tending the garden. 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