Witch Hunt by Devin O'Branagan

Author:Devin O'Branagan [O'Branagan, Devin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Horror, Occult
Amazon: B00495XRBG
Publisher: Cornucopia Creations Ltd
Published: 2010-10-23T23:00:00+00:00

As the eastern sky turned purple with the promise of the sun’s return, Thunder Eagle removed his clothes and put on his magical armor. While he drew the colorful patterns on his face that comprised his war paint, he contemplated the significance of each design; each one had been given him in dreams by his spirit-helpers for protection and to increase his skills as a warrior. He put the feathers that were his badges of honor into his hair. Lastly, he uncovered his shield, the sacred object that embodied his personal power. The symbols drawn on it represented his medicine, the universal forces from which he drew his strength. In the center of the thick, round buffalo-hide shield, was a black eagle. Above the eagle were dark thunderclouds, and beneath it, the ominous funnel cloud that held the tremendous ability to destroy. These powers revealed themselves to him when he had undertaken his first vision quest. And the symbolism had been an accurate representation of his special gifts. The black eagle manifested as his ability to see things in a total way, as if he were truly high above, looking down. The storm clouds represented the intensity of his emotions, which he had learned could be used either constructively or destructively. And the tornado symbolized the magical affinity he had with the wind. The wind was the greatest of all his powers.

Thunder Eagle thought about the battle to come. The murderer of his wife and unborn child, and the other three women, had been punished, and that was good. But was it enough? The white men, in their eagerness for the yellow rock that caused craziness, spread disease and decay among his people, used firewater to steal power from the Cheyenne men, destroyed the buffalo, and slaughtered their women and children for entertainment. When would it stop? In the battle that dawn, many whites would be killed. But it wouldn’t be for entertainment.

As he tied the soft deerskin breechcloth around himself, he grabbed his testicles and held them. They were full of the seeds of past and future generations of Cheyenne. The white man had taken from him the fortunate seed that had taken root and begun to grow. The whites owed him another chance for his seed to find form. He had decided that he would take one of their women as his new wife and plant his future in her.

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