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The wild horse of the new continent!

A soul gets sent to the year 1444 before the fall of constantinople he already has a lot on his plate as he is unfortunate enough to be reborn as a leader of a small band of Comanche with the threat of the Spaniards and diseases that killed 90% of natives will our protagonist pull a Genghis khan and take the tribes before the Spaniards land in Mexico, luckily this wasn’t his original earth so things are different and he has 2 wishes and a gift (Disclaimer this story takes place in another world things can and will be different not every world and history is a mirror image of our own)

TheprimordialGod · History
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Spiritual resolution!

Ceremony and rituals have long played a vital and essential role in Native American culture. Spirituality is an integral part of their very being.

Often referred to as "religion," most Native Americans did not consider their spirituality, ceremonies, and rituals as "religion" like Christians do. Rather, their beliefs and practices form an integral and seamless part of their very being. Like other aboriginal peoples around the world, their beliefs were heavily influenced by their methods of acquiring food – from hunting to agriculture. They also embraced ceremonies and rituals that provided power to conquer life's difficulties, as well as events and milestones such as puberty, marriage, and death. Over the years, practices and ceremonies changed with tribes' needs Dasan knew his tribe's practices and ceremonies will change in favor of war as they will follow him to death as he is the chosen this is a heavy weight on his shoulder as Dasan who was now being referred to as wild horse was in a dilemma as he didn't want his people turning cruel like the Comanche in the future the ceremonies and dances continued around the camp fire

As Dasan was deep in thought on the future blood shed the medicine men saw him in thought while everyone was dancing and singing so he came up and said "Dasan you seem to having trouble do you mind talking with this old men" said the old man as Dasan just nodded there wasn't need for respect in a private conversation the medicine men has almost as much prestige in the tribe as him "elder as the chosen you must know the heavy responsibility weighing on my spirit" said Dasan with a light sigh as the medicine man said "everything on the earth has a purpose, every disease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission you have gotten a mission from the creator spirit he even gave you gifts it is our mission to help you complete yours" said the medicine men not bothering to hide his respect then the medicine men started to sign softly to dasan afterall Traditional healers worked to make the individual "whole," believing that most illnesses stem from spiritual problems as the medicine men signs softly to Dasan he closes his eyes to take it in unbeknownst to Dasan his tribe people also joined the signing and danced for him as everyone kept signing Dasan joined in aswell with his eyes still closed making this a giant healing ceremony, Symbolic healing rituals and ceremonies were often held to bring participants into harmony with themselves, their tribe, and their environment. Ceremonies were used to help groups of people return to harmony, but large ceremonies were generally not used for individual healing as songs were sang and Dances were danced throughout the night Dasan who was now feeling much different was sitting beside the medicine men with a satisfied smile in his last life he didn't believe in the spiritual but after meeting that voice and what happened today he was firm believer the way the songs made his weights disappeared and he felt relieved and firm in his goal he secretly vowed to make his goal happen at any cost then it was like his spirit became whole

As Dasan now gave a face of determination and not of confusion the medicine men said "I'm glad your spirit is while again Dasan" Dasan nodded and said "thank you for your guidance elder" As he saw the medicine men go around the campfire telling stories of wisdom to the kids and tribes people as the tribe kept dancing and singing it was getting late and you could hear horse neighs through out the whole tribe this did not deter the mood but brighten it up as the tribe people thought the horses were singing with them they even imitated neighs as the night grew old the singing and dancing eventually died down as everyone went to sleep Dasan Dreamed of riding the big black horse into battle all across North America he dreamed of expelling the Europeans, Dasan opened his eyes to see it was already the afternoon it seems they stayed up for a long time last night leaving his headdress inside his tipi as it's something worn for special occasions not something he can wear all day he went out of his tipi with only his breechcloth and shirtless this infact was how all of them dressed when it was summer the woman usually wear a full dress of animal hide when it gets to winter they do have animal his dresses aswell

As Dasan made his way through out the camp and tipis he greeted all his fellow tribesmen along the way he also met mato one of the few who successfully mounted a horse "chief have you slept well" "I've slept well mato would you please call all the hunters I will teach how to ride the horse then we will go on a hunt" said Dasan as mato was excited hearing about going on a hunt while riding a horse so he quickly went to different tipis to find hunters as mato was finding the hunters Dasan was already in the field in front of the camp where the huge horse herd were still grazing while thinking of the reaction of herd to himself yesterday Dasan couldn't help think that the herd considers him as the alpha afterall the voice did say they will forever be loyal putting this matter at the back of his head he went into the herd patting all the horses he came across as they licked him back as he finally made his way to who he named wild the big black horse wild who saw Dasan came up to him as he rubbed his head on his face and kicked him so did his 3 mares making his hand like a claw shape Dasan carefully untangled they're manes and scratched they're bodies