Urban Legend... not really just something I wrote a long time ago
Amitola was a brave, young girl in a far away land. She lived across a desert of cold, white sand and was the great granddaughter of the village’s wisest shaman, the village spiritual leader. Amitola’s tribe had traveled far through the lands of the frozen tundra of Alaska several times before, but this time was different. A fierce blizzard had separated her from her family. Incapable of knowing where to go, Amitolea was certain that she would never see her family again.
She walked for miles on end through the torturous sea of white. She searched for two whole days for a sign of her tribe but had no luck in finding them. Since the wind was strong that night, she found a cave and took refuge in it. Amitola had tried many times to create a fire, but when she did, a great big gust of wind would swallow the flames. She thought that the cold wind would slowly freeze her to death. Alone and unsure what to do, she cried as if all hope was lost. As she cried, a large figure came out of the darkness.
“Why do you cry little one?” said the dark figure.
Amitola didn’t look up because the wind burned her eyes. “I have wandered looking for my family for days and nights. I have not found them and might not ever see them again.”
As he spoke, he stepped forward revealing to her that he was a bear spirit of the North. “Do not cry, here in my home you will be safe from any harm that the Alaska land can inflict.”
Amitola did not talk. She was stunned by his offer of protection. She had stood up and embraced the spirit.
“Thank you, great spirit.” She said as she sighed with relief.
“You will stay with me until we find your family,” reasoned the spirit bear.
They had slept together in the warm corner of the cave. Warm and safe Amitola relaxed and soundly fell into sleep. She had lain between the wall and the bear in a position made her warm. She slept the night through with nothing to wake her, but the wind that occasionally blew into her face.
The next morning, when she awoke with the warm Alaskan sun on her face she had found the spirit bear. He was gazing into the distance at the ball of fire rising above the mountains.
“You’re awake, come we must leave now if we are to get any food.” said the spirit bear.
Amitola just nodded as she gazed at the polar bear’s coat. It had seemed like an ocean of snow as the wind moved through it and the sun hit it. Every color that had been made by the spirits was seen. Red, yellow, green, pink, blue, and more colors were made as it swayed back and fourth.
After they walked awhile they started to talk to each other.
“What do you call your self little one?” asked the bear.
“My parents named me Amitola,” she replied.
“Amitola, your name is beautiful. Do you know what it means?” said the bear.
“I have never known the meaning of my name, but my mother told me one day I would find out.” she said uneasily.
“Do forgive me. My name is Elan Waikiya. It means friendly savior,” stated the spirit.
After walking a little more they arrived at what looked like an ice lake. There were other bear spirits there too. It looked like they came from all over to eat. There were also little cubs. Elan and Amitola would walk by and Amitola could not help, but stare at the little puffs of fur rolling around on the ground. Elan had managed to catch a seal for them to eat. It was delicious for Amitola because she had not had anything to eat in three days.
After they were done eating, they both walked back to the cave. Elan had stopped to ask every spirit bear he saw if they had seen Amitola’s tribe. Unfortunately no bear gave Elan any helpful information. Amitola began to think all hope of seeing her family was lost. Until, Elan asked one more being, but this individual was no spirit bear. It was a arctic wolf. His name was Keme. Who Amitola later found out was Elan’s good friend. Keme had agreed to take Elan and Amitola to her tribe the next day.
Amitola awoke the next day before Elan, and just stood in front of the cave staring at the rising sun until Elan awakened. When he awoke he let out a loud yawn as he stretched. He said the night before that Amitola was to ride on his back, they would get to her tribe faster. In a few seconds Keme arrived right on time. Together they all set out to get food. Elan had been able to get two seals that day. Amitola managed to put some leftovers into the bag she carried.
The three had set out on a long journey. This lead them through many hills of snow, and as it started to get darker the wind began to gain strength howling louder and louder every second. Elan had begun to make a hole in the grownd for them to sleep in for the night. It was deep so they could all fit inside, and they all cuddled though the cold, windy night.
Keme had awakened first to find the snow had melted a little causing some sunlight to come through. Keme got Amitola up by tickling her nose with his white, fluffy tail. Amitola awoke instantly, however waking Elan was another story. Eventually, Elan got up and stretched. Amitola pulled out some of the leftovers from the day prior. They were in perfect condition, but were a little frozen from the cold night. Amitola and Keme had a hard time chewing, but Elan ate it in a single bite. This time there were no leftovers.
The three traveled very far that day. They had no trouble with the wind or huge mounds of snow. They traveled across the tundra easily, like they only took a single step. They made great time and had found the village.
As the three made there steady walk into the village together, every person stood in awe at the sight of the spirit bear. He was large with his huge paws, and his face was pointed with warm brown eyes. The chief Bidziil, meaning he who is strong, stepped forward to greet the three.
“Oh, Great Bear Spirit. What can we do to repay you for bringing back our Amitola,” said Bidziil with a strong and powerful voice.
“Please call me Elan. Elan Wanikiya,” replied Elan
Bidziill took a deep breath. “Well, Elan Wanikiya. Amitola’s friendly savior. You and your friend…”
“Keme,” said Amitola.
“Ah yes, Keme and you must stay. So we may have a feast in your honor,” said the chief.
“Thank you. We will stay for two days. If I am not mistaken that is how long you celebrate the return of one who was lost. Correct?” questioned Elan.
“Yes. You may be a bear spirit, but you know our way very well,” countered the chief. “You both may stay as long as you need.”
Elan and Keme did not say a word. Instead they slightly bowed, as a form of respect.
Later that night Amitola had finally found her mother. She still had her long silky hair. Her eyes were still that shade of brown, no one had, and her skin soft and pale. Her father was no where to be seen.
“Where is father?” Amitola asked.
“Your father is out hunting with your brother, but they will be back before the feast,” answered Amitola’s mother.
“Alright Mother,” said Amitola.
When the shadows of the night swallowed the sun the arctic land was dark from land to land. Only the fire in a huge tent illuminated the night. In the tent was most of the tribe scattered around the fire, talking. Since Amitola was the reason for the feast she sat next to the chief, Elan, and, Keme. They ate and danced all night. Amitola’s father and brother were so proud of her surviving in the cold days and nights. Amitola’s father gave half the food they got to Elan and Keme for taking care of Amitola.
The night was over. Amitola slept with Keme and Elan in her hut that night, and on that night something happened that should have by no means occure. Amitola, Keme, and Elan were sound asleep. Then screams awaken them. More screams came from all around. The enemies’ tribe, Tusmen made an attack on Amitola’s tribe. As the screaming went on, Amitola remembered that when she was a young girl the Tusmen attacked at that same spot. Her mother told her brother to runaway. Just to run out of sight.
Without thinking Amitola did just that. She bolted through the fighting warriors. She ran faster than ever like, she was flying through them. Elan and Keme were right behind her. Out of thin air two Tusmen snatched her right up. Amitola thought she was going to die, but Elan and Keme were there to save her. They had fought off the two warriors and ran off toward the center of the battle field. Elan easily out ran the two, but then was surrounded by them. He fought the first two off like they were nothing. The third was difficult. They had been in an attack position, and both were moving in an imaginary circle dancing with death. The man had made a few attempts at stabbing Elan, but because of Elan’s claws he had an advantage. So when the warrior wasn’t looking Elan had clawed at his shield breaking it to pieces causing him to fall back and loose his weapon. Elan then launched at full force at him. The warrior, surprised by the attack., quickly grabbed and lifted his spear.
Nothing but a scream was heard on the battle field. Time froze in Amitola mind. Amitola walked over trying to hold back the tears, but as she saw Elan’s eyes looking at her she couldn’t help it. She cried endlessly over Elan’s body.
She had stopped to examine his wound. It was deep, and his beautiful coat was ruined by the blood that now covered his fur. The pure white was gone forever, nothing more then the color of war, death, and love. How could one color mean war and love at the same time? Elan was breathing deeply.
“Rainbow,” said Elan, “Your name means rainbow of infinite colors.”
Amitola said nothing, but continued to cry over his body. As Amitola lifted her head Elan stopped breathing. She screamed in anguish, and Keme came to comfort her. Keme said he would never leave Amitola’s side. All of a sudden the battle froze. Every person turned to her. All the warriors dropped their weapons in awe at what they saw. Elan was glowing many colors that were never seen before. His wound was gone, and as Amitola looked up Elan was rising into the air. He glowed brighter and brighter until he was suspended in the middle of the sky. Then there were millions of burst of light. Light was coming out of thin air, and the lights illuminated the sky. Many colors were seen in the night sky, that night, that were never seen before.
Ever since that day Amitola and Keme spend every night watching the lights dance in the sky. The lights continue to remind Amitola of her beloved friend.
P.s. this was a short story i wrote in school. aparently it was the best in class. but it was ment for kids in 3rd grade. and idk if it’s bad or good but they cried in the end. i also made art work to go with it. but i’m afraid i’ll have to find the time to scan it. Message me for questions!!!