Story Provided by William Purcell www.lakotawritings.com

Nothing moved across the hard frozen ground. Above the sky was filled with the big grey clouds that were heavily pregnant with droplets of water which, on their descent towards the earth, would become crystallized into snowflakes.

The biting winds that had for several suns, raced across the vast open spaces of the plains now paused. In part its’ work already done for the ground now lay frozen solid. The weather waited in muted anticipation for the snow to begin to fall. The still air suddenly became filled as the tiny white particles began their descent towards the earth. So numerous were their numbers that everything beneath them soon became covered in a blanket of white powder. The air also became so dense and heavy that it became impossible to see further than the length of one’s stride.

Now the wind, after building up it’s strength once more, moved rapidly across the lands proclaiming as it went, as only the winter winds can, the terror of the coming storm. Howling like the mightiest beast known to all living things, the sound sent a shiver running through the strongest of hearts. To many of those hearing it, it would become their death knell. Story Continues