Dear Star Heart, I know everyone teased you because you had such a weird name, but I didn’t care whenever they asked me to change your name, because we all knew why I named you that, it was the day I met you actually, when I decided to name you, I could still feel your paws scratching at my feet whimpering for food, you were such a small puppy then, but you became very useful during my day, you worked for us but it still wasn’t the work that made me love you, you always protected me, made sure I was all right, that I wasn’t scared, you cuddle up, and had a message which had seem like a piece of advice whenever I had my problems.
You are wondering why I am writing you know, well I know you can’t read, since you’re a dog, but I didn’t feel like dedicating a letter of my life and feelings rather than you, I wish you could dedicate me with your view on things. I just want to say I appreciate you more now, you by my side, we still do our work on the farm with the sheep and the cattle, and you still know that you had to go through as much as I had to go through.
I have a letter of memories, both deep and sad, both filled with moments of our life when we had to defeat the evil spirit who was tricking people into doing evil deeds.
Before I written this letter, I was so much of a different person, I wasn’t exactly me, but I changed. I learned a lot over my years, and time as a teenager, I am now 25, finishing, and I am excepted into the Hooverford College in Fillydelphia and I still remember when I was fourteen going on adventures, over my years, and I can’t believe it ended when I was 20, four years ago.. Big things are happening in the world now.. Very big things, I was nervous then, but I don’t feel as nervous anymore, and well, I need to let all these feelings out.
It was June, at the time when I learned the spirits were coming forth, and I was supposed to be this chosen one. I am still kind of confused when I look back on it, but now I feel all the memories coming back..
Actually, the day the carriage fell into the river, and the people were downed, was the day it all started. The settler ponies went all over the place trying to figure out the case, I was also freaked out because I didn’t how a carriage could crash into the river.
The people on board were perfectly nice, they all never would ever consider suicide, they always told me that they would live for a hundred years! Or so they wished.
The road was smooth with no bumps and no possible rough spots to actually make the carriage go straight to the river and die.
I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. But I told myself that no matter what, I wasn’t going to let the White Man call me red skin without me knowing it. Because, I was going to find out the mystery and solve it, I had to prove that a red skin can do something.
I searched the road, no bumps, all smooth, nice and carved, not slippery at all, it was baffling me I couldn’t figure out what happened, I put my hand on my head and just thought it through, I thought deeply, in a sense I really was trying to figure out. I tried to play the scene in my head, even though I had nothing to do with it.
I tried to figure it out, but I gave up, and decided to do the old tradition and forget the case. Little did I know, that the case didn’t forget me.
The old traditions were still being held, which was exciting and refreshed. I did my usual running around in the canyons climbing the rocks with my bare feet.
I ran to the top and saw the beautiful scenery all around me, I yelled and my echo was bright and echo-y around the forest. I sat down for a while, and looked around, I had to survive in this place for a week still and then I could go to the village to have our traditional ceremony, you know the kind where they dance and the big feathers, well it’s MUCH more than that, it’s something religious and it’s like calling the spirits to come see you. No rudeness available.
Some people think OUR ceremonies, is a rude thing. I don’t listen to them, well I try not to listen to them. When the settler ponies comes to the tribes, they always say the same thing. How, weird this place sounds. Our tribe is thinking about telling the settler ponies about how we need them to move the dirt road they made right where we have our traditional races and athletics. I am not sure if they Behan listen at all.
Anyway, I called my friend, Braeburn, the only settler pony that I would actually trust, asked me to slow down. He took deep panting breaths as he stumbled a little when he tried to get over the huge red rocks that hey, were very red. His friend, Behan, who was also a buffalo, was racing him to the hill with a look of disappointment.
‘’Oh! Drat, I didn’t get their first.’’ He complained.
I laughed.
‘’Guys, we need to focus on our task first..’’ I said. ‘’We need to get the traditional turquoise, if we beat the other team, the spirits will come forth to grant us maturity, and perhaps the celebration of the mature ones!"
‘’Well we better hurry to get to that canyon!’’ Braeburn yelled.
I was ready for a plan. But I guess we were just going to have to have fun, I looked behind us, to see Braeburn with a worried expression on his face. He was a perfectly normal person, but he was considered weak, he didn't seemed as smart as everyone would hope he would be, or ao he seemed. Braeburn was just this everyday wimp, in all our eyes...
‘’Come on!’’ I called to him.
Braeburn just stared at me.
‘’Wait for the others.’’ He told me.
I sighed and just ran up to Behan, and we went along with the patterns of the canyons just walking along until we decided that we needed a few moments of nice rest, just to be calm, I looked at my rock I had in my hands, it was a arrow head, a rather big one, and I looked at my wolf toy which had been made for me when I was little.
I sighed as I looked at the big open sky.
‘’Something on your mind, Lil Strongheart?" Behan asked.
I was surprised. Behan was a silent guy, he didn’t have much on his mind. He was slow and easy going and said things when it was really the right time to say things. While his Braeburn always had something to say, when he was nervous it increased.
But I focused on the question, there was something on my mind.
‘’Well you see, I haven’t told anyone this.’’ I told him. ‘’But I was thinking of life. I mean what is it to be a mature person, what is it? You change your whole personality, the things you love, like my love of this place, Behan it change when I become more mature. Is it changing? Because that’s what everyone says but they don’t go into detail.’’
Behan let it soak in.
‘’I doubt that’s being a man.’’ Behan said. ‘’Maybe it’s bigger thoughts of things.’’
I tried to understand that, but I decided to move o
‘’Anyway.’’ I said. ‘’I don’t want to trapped when I become a man, I still want to be my awesome, fun self, I don’t want to trap myself in ‘matureness’.’’
Behan chuckled.
‘’Let’s wait and see..’’ He said simply.