Surviving The End

Ch. 1

When I was a little girl, my grandfather would tell me stories of our people.  These stories had been passed down for generations.  It was grandfathers duties as our elder, our shaman, and chief, to pass on the traditions and beliefs to the young. 

When I was about five or six I remember grandfather, telling me of one of our tribes greatest chiefs. For the life of me, the story had always fascinated me. 

I remember being told of how when the young chief went on a vision quest,  for answers about the white man.

That he was gifted with a vision of things to come by the Great Spirit. 

The Great Spirit told the young chief, that in many moons pass, when the world has forgotten the ways of the people. 

Where they no longer seek the guidance from their chief and elders, a great evil will come. 

This evil will wipe out most of man kind, with very few surviving. 

The great evil when upon us will cause the souls of the dead not to pass on to the afterlife. Causing them to rise and walk Mother Earth. 

When this time comes, our people must be prepared. 

The Great Spirit told the young chief to go to the Weeping Mountains, and climb to the top. 

There will be a cave, small at first but deception will be the key to surviving. 

When you enter the cave will grow in numbers and began to provide the space needed to house our people along with provisions.

When the young chief returned to his people he told his elders and counsel of the vision.  The counsel told the young chief to feel honored to be visited by the Great Spirit himself, and that he must do as the Great Spirit had asked. 

Weeks went by, while the young chief searched the weeping mountains, struggling with the small barren foot path, that was barley noticeably more than a game trail that winded the theaceous cliffs and peaks. The young chief finally arriving at the top.

At first the young chief did not find the cave that the Great Spirit had told him about. He searched day and night, hunting for the mysteries cavern. But to no avail he did not find it.

The young chief was ready to give up his search when one day he decided to rest at the thundering falls. While he rested he noticed a young wolf darting behind the rapidly descending water and disappearing from sight.

Curious the young chief went and looked for the wolf and much to his delight he found what he had been looking for. Hidden behind the great falls, that made the mountain weep, was a small cave. 

Once the young chief made it inside the cave crawling through the narrow passage, the opening became larger, allowing a fully grown man to stand and then some. 

Upon inspection the young chief found that it was not just a single cave, but multiple cave put together that ran through out the mountain.

The Great Spirit did provide, and now it was time to prepare for the day the world would end. 

So over the years the young chief would stock the caves with needed items, from furs and skins of all types and sizes. To weapons and tools to fight and build, even dried berries, and grains, seeds for planting. The young chief even stocked plenty of healing herbs just in case.

Since that time, every new chief would go and make sure that the cave was still stocked and ready for the day the dead would walk. 

At that time I did not believe grandfather, I thought it was just a story he would tell around the fire at night to scare the young.

Years have passed since I had thought of the story grandfather would tell me at bedtime. I am now an adult, and like many others I did not head grandfathers warning.

But now I am sure the story was true. For the dead has began to walk and roam the world.