|When Ash's eyes were destroyed, the remaining damned shared her one way ticket to Hell. These are the stories of the...|
|Silent Breeze (1801-1830)|
|Written by Greg Lemieux|
|Silent Breeze was the youngest son of Wise Owl, the Medicine Man of the Choctaw tribe in Mississippi. His father passed along his knowledge of medicines and his philosophy on life. He earned the name Silent Breeze because of his ability to hunt prey successfully in the forest without making a sound.
At first, his tribe got along well with others – including the white man. But as these white men began to desire more land, they pressured the Indians to move to grounds west of the Mississippi. Initially many of his tribe went voluntarily to new lands, but by 1830, the legislatures of Mississippi and Georgia had passed laws ordering the Indians to be forcibly removed from the land of their forefathers. Some braves in the tribe banded together and decided to fight the white man, as tribes such as the Seminoles had done before. Wise Owl warned his son that such a path would only lead to sorrow, but Silent Breeze thought protecting his tribe’s heritage was more important and so agreed to participate in the attack on the white man’s settlement. Silent Breeze climbed over the back wall into the fort and saw what he thought was a sentry. He struck that person a fatal tomahawk blow in the back of the head. To his horror, he found it wasn’t a sentry but just a young woman on an innocent night stroll. Horrified with what he had done, he failed to open the gates for the others as planned, and was instead shot down by a real sentry.
Over the years in Hell, Silent Breeze heard from other arrivals of the sad fate of his people in America. He swore if he had the chance again, he would kill as many white men as he could. Ashur Badaktu learned of his bitterness and chose him as one of the damned souls to escape with her.
Upon reaching Earth again, Silent Breeze made his way through the subway tunnels of New York City. But the first white men he found were poor, starving desperate men who were living underground because they had no place to go. Instead of anger, he found himself filled with compassion. Remembering the lessons of his father, he nursed many of them back to health and helped some of them find the resources to survive in the outside world again.
Afterward he traveled to an Indian reservation in Mississippi. Using his damned soul strength he helped others build and repair houses in the poor settlements. His knowledge of medicine proved invaluable when a virulent strain of flu struck the reservation. His ancient mixture of herbs and tree bark amazingly succeeded where the white man’s medicines had failed. He also helped the other Indians recover their heritage by teaching them the early history of his tribe, history that had been lost when his tribe was decimated in battles with the white man in the late 1800s.
After two years, an elder of the tribe told him that he had a vision that Silent Breeze would soon go on a long journey and be among familiar faces. Silent Breeze sadly realized what that meant. He said his goodbyes to his friends, and then journeyed to a nearby hilltop to wait for his fate in solitude. There he felt his eyes exploding and his spirit sucked out of his body. Soon he was indeed among familiar faces – his parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters. He had not returned to Hell. He was in his new home – the Happy Hunting Grounds.