When I left my reservation, which used to be the village , I was expecting a whole new life: going to a public school, meeting new friends, & finally going back to a home-- with electricity. Eventually, what started as a visit took a sudden turn into a permanent stay, gave all that and more than what I bargained for. But before I get into that, I should introduce myself; My name is Quentin Gage, but I prefer to be called "Q." I am from a small reservation now called "Sunny Valley." I know. Super cliché. Anyways, the reservation was built on the old campgrounds of the Cherokee village known as . Unknown to the men who built it, this land was sacred with the touch of Kana'ti, the immortal man who showed the early tribes how to hunt. About 3 years after the construction, Kana'ti came back to visit the tribe of his birthplace for the first time in 500 years, only to find a sad excuse of what a native village actually was. Stricken with a mixture of grief and anger, he got ready to destroy the village when he saw someone; a young boy, who reminded him of his son, who is long gone now. That young boy, as you might've guessed, is me.
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Spirit Hunter
AdventureA Native-American teen learns of his heroic and near-godly heritage as he hunts down the evil spirits that have escaped from the Spirit World, and their leader, a Kalona Ayeliski.
