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I am Marissai, the daughter of the last Navajo tribe's medicine man.
My father foresaw what is coming and taught me many useful skills since I can remember.
"Our people live in their own world" - he used to say, "they think I'm old and they don't listen to me anymore. You are my only hope! We shall not be forgotten!
Our culture and language were among the oldest and most respected. Yet, I see dark days coming and not many of us will survive. May the RAVEN bring our souls to the moon, and may your hunting be successful and your fields always full of healing herbs...!"
I can still remember how a tear escaped from my father's eyes and his sun-burned face painted with sorrow and care...
He was not that strong and proud man anymore, but only an old man, who got broken through his own dark visions.
He is dead, as well as all my family and the whole tribe. I heard that my baby sister could be among living, but in the whole last year I never saw any trails, which could lead me to her hiding place. She is still a child... so young... and I hope to see her one day.
In the meanwhile, I'll fight for my life and life of my precious friends. Many of them have joined the hordes of undead, and with every dawn, the fear in my heart grows bigger... who's next?
Here I am, looking at the mirror, trying to find anything in the picture of my face, that could remind me who I am, who I was, where I am going.
Every year of my life, I've suffered and had many painful nights, because my father tattooed all the history of our tribe on my skin. I can see it in the mirror (my only possession from the time I lived with my family), every story, every face... everything is there...
But the night is falling again and makes it hard for me to see the drawings... it's time to move on... again!
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