The only home I knew I had to leave. When I left I left the only people I knew as my family.
When I arrived I was greeted by my grandfather whom I had never known. He took me back to the place it all begin–Black Mountain. My birth home.
During one of my adventures, I made it out to a creek where I once had a hideout as a child. What I came face to face that day was not an ordinary run-of-the-mill American girl. She was a pale as a ghost with the bluest eyes.
After my friends and I were taken to a place called the fort, something happened. It was so bizarre but yet no one could stop it. One night proved to be a painful transition into become one of Waya’s Chosen.
As a youth I gave a thought of what I would become when I became a man. Then I was offered the chance to become something out of the ordinary.
When I was just a child I would dream of becoming a world famous person. But as I grew older that dream became just that–a dream. Well as of last year, 2012, I wrote four novels in sequence with the first being published in the upcoming year, 2014.
When my adopted mother was living, she spent many days, weeks, and months out on the road with me since I am an over the road truck driver. We talked of writing books, the many authors, and the renowned movies that some have made of themselves. Now, we both loved wolves and the Native Americans since we were both of the Cherokee. When she became the age that she could no longer travel with me, I quit smoking and begin writing my thoughts down. Somewhere in that jumbled up mess I found what I was looking for, a legend.
Taking a legend and making it a novel wasn’t easy for me since I have never written one. I had to teach myself the formats, layouts, genres, characters, and so on. It took me near five months to even begin to write. But when I did, I went all the way. When they were done I dedicated the first novel to my adopted mom–Florence M. It is due for marketing in January then release around April.
Yeah I am like most, I dream of what it would be like to do something of magnitude. Now that I have, I feel a sense of gratitude to know that I did. They say ‘Be careful what you wish for. It may come true.’ I’m glad it did for once.
As a youth I never gave a thought as to what I would become when I became a man, I was too busy being wild and carefree–like most of the Great Creator’s creatures. But then I was offered the chance to become a great warrior.
I was left motherless at birth, then a car accident left me mindless of my childhood. So I grew up on a reservation until the day arrived that the painful headaches forced me back to that mountain to seek out an old Indian man. What I found shortly after my arrival was far more than anyone could have expected–especially me.
I come to know my new-found friends were going through the same ordeal as I. Only it took me making a massive mockery of what I thought were lies to believe in what the old Indian man told us. And that was what we were about to become. Of all things to be told, we were told we had been chosen by Waya to become a warrior–one with the wolf.
After my friends and I were taken to a place called the Fort, one painful night proved to be a transition of a lifetime. When I returned back to that mountain where I was born it was to find my rightful place, my birth, and my heritage with the Cherokee. I became what I was meant to be.
I think that Paul will be missed dearly.