Hopi Tribe Monologue

Years ago, when I was a boy living in the Hopi tribe, everything was peaceful. Our village had not been invaded by white men in over 70 years and all the conflicts between tribes were resolved without bloodshed. Fall had just begun and the end of the year harvest was around the corner. My voice had been regarded as the most beautiful and soothing tune ever heard since the day I had spoken my first words. When I learned to sing my first line of music it was an event that shook my fellow villagers to the core and left them awestruck with wonder. As our spiritual leader said, “It was a gift bestowed upon me by the Sun Spirit herself”. Therefore it was no surprise when I was asked to sing in the fall harvest as the test to determine my name.
On the night of the festival, I sang with a tone so ethereal, so… perfect, the tribesmen could not comprehend its true beauty. They were horrified and called my voice a curse that would haunt them …show more content…
My music had somehow gotten through to the creature and made it aware of my situation. It urged me onto its back and I gave in without protest. Then all at once, it took off with amazing speed toward some direction I could not see in the darkness. I had to violently grab hold of the mane on its back much like one does when riding a wild horse. For hours it seemed the beast rushed on with no clear end in sight through the forest of darkness. I did not know where the beast was taking me until I noticed the foliage was becoming thinner and the sunshine above was becoming brighter. This creature was leading me out of the forest and into the world I had once known. Before I knew it, I was back in my village, creature in tow, and it occurred to me to look down at the creature that had brought me home. It was a mighty lion, bigger than any animal I’d ever seen and so white it reminded me of