• Dakota The Arctic Warrior

    The blue orb moon hung over my sister and I. We played in the evening snow; tumbling and throwing it like children seeing their first snow fall. Although I've seen it about everyday in my still young life, I let my soul free and let it take me were it wanted.

    My father and elder brother went through the weather to find firewood; my mother used to go with them and leave me with my sister. But she stopped when she miscarried the child that would I've been between me and my brother. Mother stood nearby, not letting us out of her sight. The men haven't returned for hours; and we were terribly frightened when we saw the dark, gloomy smoke cloud start to rise.

    "Mom!" I was completely confused; black smoke meant fire. But here? In The Land of Ice a…

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