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Marvel Genesis: Alpha Flight, Chapter 4- Last of the Tribe
Many years ago, there has been stories told across the Native lands. People gathered around and hearing these wild stories from their teachers and former students. At that time, the Natives had no understanding of what these stories can bring them. Others have said that the stories can bring people comfort and joy. But it would not have been the case if the Whites had come and taken our things away.
We negotiated with the Whites and said that they are welcome to stay in our community. But the problem is that some of the Whites have not liken the idea of trading goods. Our past ancestors have journeyed to other countries and willing to negotiate peace in our country. The only thing that's preventing them from doing so, is that the Whites have gained an upper hand. There are some Whites who stayed within the lands of the Natives. But the Natives have said that the Whites cursed our land and brought measles and smallpoxes.
I do not know if the Whites were the ones responsible for carrying the deadly disease. The disease had struck upon the village and killed every single woman and child. I had seen the horrors of the past and yet I was still a child who heard these stories. I had the feeling that the Whites were not responsible for causing the disease. But it was something else that entered our world. Something that could devour own souls and we might have gotten swept away like the wind.
I was sitting in the tent and listened to my grandfather's stories. He had said that these stories were true. I always believe in my grandfather during the past years. He was old and wise and the young people of our tribe never bothered to listen his wild tales. Because these wild tales might scare the wives' children away.
I, my brother and my girlfriend still listened to the stories of the former chief of the tribe. He had to tell these stories in some way so that he could go and live in peace. I never wanted to listen such things. I cared about my grandfather and told him that he was not ready to journey himself into the next life. We believed that the Great Spirits can take us to whereever we go. It's the only one thing that my grandfather had in mind.
My brother and I were the sons of our grandfather's son who became the Chief of the Native Canadian tribe. We travelled and tried to settle in other parts of the world. But the residents and other wildest reasons have brought us upon Canada. We became the Native Canadians as much similar as the Native Americans who have settled in America.
My brother always wanted to become the next Chief of our tribe. He has been taught by our father who had skilled himself in the arts of various battles. I, on the other hand did not want to become a ruler and the warrior. I practiced magic from a African-American lady who was a slave of the Whites. During that time, she taught myself the arts of good and dark magic. Yet, the dark magic was forbidden to practice. I asked the lady from where she has been taught by performing such magic acts. She had said that her former ancestors in the African tribe have used it against their own enemies. The magic was passed down from generation to generation. I have heard that there was a Shaman in our tribe who also practiced magic but they were resticted to use their magic in the Native tribes. As a result, the shamans were no more. That only happened in the past. I asked our grandfather that I wanted to become a shaman or the magician who can save the tribe from certain troubles. But the old wise man said that the shamans were claimed by the others Natives to be demons. The shamans might be the sole reason for releasing demons in the past. That might also include the deadly sickness.
The African-American lady set aside in her tent and yet she was beautiful as I heard. I stared at her with my own eyes and wouldn't forget what she had taught me. She taught myself everything there is to know about magic. Yet, I was still quite young and couldn't control my newfound magical powers. The lady always comforted me so that I can fulfill my own destiny. At times, we used to sleep together in the tent without my girlfriend knowing what I have done. From that point on, I felt ashamed and wanted to tell her. But sometimes, my eyes would only lay on the African-American lady's soul. We always kissed each other and touched our naked bodies whenever we felt like that we actually needed each other.
My grandfather used to tell me that I would never use magic. He still knows that I have practiced magic and had not listened to his wise words. I was honest to my grandfather and told him the truth. The wise man did not say anything much. But he said it was my own path that I had to take. That I was not a warrior to fulfill. I had become...The Shaman.
Years have went by and my people have not yet known the true nature of my powers. The African-American lady had to leave the Native lands before she might get herself in trouble. I told her that we could go anywhere that we wanted. But she had said that I have already fulfilled my destiny and it's my duty to protect the tribe. She had warned that the Great Spirits might cause havoc throughout the Native lands and I was the only one who can stop them.
The African-American lady left the land and I walked back into her tent. My girlfriend was there and she had found out everything. She was mad at me for not telling her that I slept with the African-American lady. I told her to calm down. But she wouldn't listen to me. She ran away and decided to stay aside with my brother.
My brother had came back from different battles and was considered a hero of the tribe. The old wise man and his son were proud of my brother. I hope the people of this tribe would also accept a Shaman. But I highly doubt it.
The next night, my grandfather was strucked with the strange illness. He had died since then. I was horrified that this would not be the way that the wise man die like this. The people of the tribe gathered around and asking questions about this illness. My girlfriend exposed myself and saying that I was the one who was responsible for my grandfather's death.
"YOU...YOU ARE A DEMON!", my girlfriend shouted as the people were shocked to hear it. I try to tell them that I practiced magic in order to help the people of the Native tribes. But they were angry and threw stones at me.
"Listen everyone! Father! Brother! I did not wish to hurt you or my grandfather. I..."
"SON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!
"Brother...You shouldn't have done this."
"But Father...Brother...I..."
"SILENCE! You are here by punished by the will of the Great Spirits! You're not my son...anymore!"
"NO, FATHER! HEAR ME! BROTHER!"
My father and brother did not listen to me. They were only terrified of what I had done. My father sent out his Native warriors who held myself tight and locked me in the cage. I was alone and the people were like shouting at me. They have said that I was a demon who brought the sickness through this land. They placed a proper burial for my grandfather so that his soul can be saved by the Great Spirits. The tears came rushing down towards my cheeks. If I had listened to the wise man, this would never happen.
"I am sorry...Grandfather."
All of a sudden, I heard the cries and shouts of my people. I tried to open the cage with my bare hands and see what's going on. I used my magic powers to open the cage and came running to the homeland. I was shocked to see that my people were dead. There was blood that came out of their mouths. I had no idea that this sickness would be deadly. At first, I thought I was the one who brought down upon their deaths. I cried out thinking that I had killed my own family and friends. But there was a voice which reached through my mind. A shadowy figure was standing quite far away from me. He said in deep words that I couldn't understand.
"Micheal Twoyoungmen....You have summoned me. YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!"
I was shocked over the years of what I have done to my own people including Grandfather. Or did I summoned the evil Great Spirit to cause great pain and suffering? I have not known yet. I was at the bar in the present day telling my wild tale to a short man. The short man drank a glass of beer and exchanged his stared look on my face. His name was Logan who have come to hire me to become the part of his team.
"So you couldn't let go of what you're have done."
"That is true, Logan. I tried to forget it. But the bad things kept coming back to me."
"To tell ya one thing. I had troubles with my own past."
"I see."
"Yea, these things can happen. Now I don't remember anything."
"Maybe, I can help you."
"No thanks, bub. I only came here to get you. So...wanna join?"
"I do...not know."
"Look, Mr. Wise Guy. I can't just sit down and keep drinkin' this d@Mn beer all the time. I got some other newbies to look out for. Whaddaya say? You're up for it?"
I gave myself a thought and wondered if this would be a good idea to join Alpha Flight. Maybe, I can join the team and live up to my people's reputation. I know that they have been long dead. But I will always remembered them as my precious people of the tribe.
"Ok Logan. I am ready to join your tribe."
"Good. Oh yea, one more thing."
"What is it?"
"Before you join the club, there is a newbie that we have to help ourselves. I needed ya on that."
"How can I help this person?"
"It ain't a person anymore."
"I do not understand."
"I'll tell ya all about it when we get to a...research facility."
To be continued in Marvel Genesis: Alpha Flight, Chapter 5- The Beast Within.
What's this? The Great Spirit have strucked the Natives with the sickness? How did it get here? Did the Shaman summoned it? Well, you may find out later because things are not always what they seem. Next up is "The Beast Within". Guess who will be the next member of Alpha Flight. I'll give you a hint, bub. It ain't a Bigfoot. That's for sure.
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