Title: Kurhuku

Author: not named

Rating: G.

Classification: er...vignette based on this:
"Beneath the stars, I come from the heavens."

Disclaimer: I own nuttin' . Borrowin' only.
CC & FOX got the coin. I got the tokens.

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Fanfic challenge from Leighcia ---> leighcia@hotmail.com

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"Beneath the stars, I come from the heavens."

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KURHUKU
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  My name is Kurhuku and I am a Spirit-Watcher. That was my
role in my tribe. That is my place in the world.

  My father once told me, that one day I would find a troubled
spirit who would need me. This is our belief; that all things
have joy and sadness. It is how we come to understand the world
and ourselves.

 It has been this way for many centuries.

One day, I found him, or he came to me. Father said sometimes
we didn't know how these things come to be. One day they just
are.

  His was a very troubled spirit and a sad one. It never rested
you see.

  I saw him fight against it and struggle against the universe
for things to be different. But the universe does not listen to
us. We are suppose to listen to It.

  He never did and his spirit cried because of it. He fought
all things. Even that which was truth inside him, fighting to
get out.

  I am very old and I have been watching him for a very long
time in the Universe. Even when he was a boy, he struggled
because his love was so great. But because it was captive
inside the body of a human being, it could not change the
way of things.

  Even when, as a boy, they took her from him.

 His sadness became like a mountain washed away in the rain
storm. Even the stars looked down and wept.

  I will not explain to you who they were or why she was
snatched from his grasp. You know these things.

 But I will tell you the story of the one who came to fill
his heart up again with joy.

  They called him Fox. And he had the ways of a fox. Always
alone and searching. Hunted and feared too.

  She was sent to capture the Fox and cage him as if he were
a wild creature. But they did not count on the strong wings
of the dove they had sent in the form of a woman. Wings like
fire that swooped down and brought warmth to the Fox's cold
den. But, because he was like a Fox, he often ran, not
understanding what the Scully bird wanted. He did not accept
the gift of peace. the Universe finds balance always. This he
could not comprehend.

  But he was only a man.

  For many years, it went like that. He would run from the
shelter of the Scully Bird, not knowing that beneath her
wings was the heart of him that he had lost so long ago.

  But the Scully bird understood and did not go away.

  Even when they tried to take the Scully Bird, again and
again, still, she was there, inside the chamber of his
broken heart.

  The Universe has its ways.

  When she returned to him for the second time, a truth
found root inside him and never left.

He came to believe that perhaps, the other left when he was
a boy, so there would be room for the Scully-Bird.

  This is what his heart said to him whenever their souls
touched.

  This is the Way of the World and the Universe. There
is sadness and joy. The Universe knows what should be.

  His name was Fox.

  I was his Spirit-Watcher.
 
 

End.


*For some reason, I kept hearing the voice of the late Chief Dan
George when I read the above "Heavens" quote and this narration
just started coming to me and wrote itself.
Although this story does not reflect my personal beliefs, I
do love the idea of the Universe-Nature-Mankind-in-harmony
within the beliefs of many Native Tribes of North America.
I had no particular tribe in mind and the name is not from
any real language.