Saskatchewan
My decision to live on Earth is intentional.
I have to meet my daughter.
I first met my daughter in the desert. I am proud and afraid. Proud of who she is becoming and Afraid of what that means.
She has her mother’s eyes. Wavy hair and clear brown skin, her powers mirrored mine. She was not aware of this truth yet.
Once she learns how to control them, she will be unstoppable.
She is human with immortal abilities; she is made to live on Earth, even if this world is not ready for her.
Right now, she knows nothing of her heritage, and I intend to keep it that way.
Her existence and survival depend on it.
My daughter has questions about her origin, but I do not answer them now.
Instead, I train her.
I teach her how to fight, how to endure, and how to exist in a world that would fear her. I give her everything but the truth.
My guilt almost got the best of me one afternoon in the desert.
Her voice reaches me in my mind, sharp, she angrily says, “I deserve to know why I am constantly being abandoned by YOU” .
I gave her a knowing smile, not out of malice but to prevent her from discovering the truth.
Then I telepathically shut her out, through astral projection.
My body moves with my daughter during practices, but my mind is elsewhere.
I return to Saskatchewan.
She is right, I keep leaving her. She will understand why in time.
Once I arrive, the silence hits me. I no longer see or feel my daughter. She is no longer able to reach me telepathically.
At Lake Athabasca, I take a deep breath and remember.
In 1050 AD, I was the chief of my tribe, whom they called Tarak (Star).
My people knew I was from another world, but did not fear me. I always took care of them, and the respect was mutual. We lived a great life in Saskatchewan for generations, but we had to leave our home. Tribes from other lands frequently visited and settled near Lake Athabasca because of the clean water and warm climate. Herds of buffalo were also living with us, to the point where we could not kill enough and live among them. Unfortunately, the buffalo began to retaliate by blocking our pathways to the Lake and refusing to move from our huts at night. Soon, we would be outrun by buffalo and others from the cold lands (Alchin, 2018) (Pearlstone, 2022).
So, I made a decision: We would follow the buffalo.
I planned to move south with the buffalo in ten days. I explained this to my tribe; Ten days should be enough time to gather our belongings and leave with the children. Some people were not on board, and we had many debates. But, most were tired of fighting with buffalo and other villagers for water. Some people decided to stay, while most packed to leave. I knew and loved every single one in my tribe; I hoped they would change their minds in time (Pearlstone, 2022).
On the tenth day, the buffalo began moving south, and we followed. We did not attempt to hunt/kill them for fear of being stampeded and attacked by the buffalo. Instead, we hunted deer and rationed our saved meat throughout our journey. The weather got hotter during the day and colder at night. We were prepared with supplies and the skills I taught everyone to survive, including the children. Most knew that I could not die, so they felt safe with me (Pearlstone, 2022).
Two seasons later, the Buffalo stopped for 3 days. We waited to see if they would move further south, stop, or go back north. The herd of buffalo moved back north and was never seen again.
I looked around and saw a wide stretch of water and empty land. There was no one living there, only animals. We all jumped in the water to clean ourselves and found more fish than we could ever need. We ate like kings. After the cleaning and stuffing ourselves with fish, I said, “We are home.”
Generations passed.
I watch many in my tribe living great lives in their new home, raising children, and dying. I missed every one of them. I learned to live with losing people I loved by remembering them.
Until the pale faces arrived 500 years later.
We fought to save our land, to no avail. In another 300 years, the tribe continued to fight with my help. We helped Geronimo and still lost to foreigners (Britannica Editors, 2026).
Our land, our new home, became what we now call Arizona. We lived in Apache Falls, near Phoenix, named after the tribe I created (Pearlstone, 2022).
I was arrested and sent to South Carolina into slavery during Geronimo’s fight. From dancing with my people and eating like kings to being told when to breathe tore me to pieces. This was the worst time of my life. I felt ashamed and broken (Pearlstone, 2022). I do not astral project or visit Arizona to this day. The pain I still feel from losing so many people to greed is unbearable.
I sometimes wish we had never moved to Arizona.
My mind shifts…to when I met Tara’s Mother at that courthouse. She was the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
When I looked into her beautiful purple-black eyes, I understood all.
Everything I have done, every choice, every loss has led me to her.
I flew back into my body from Saskatchewan to the desert.
To Meet My Daughter.
References
Alchin, L. (16 Jan 2018). Apache Names: List of Apache Names for Boys. Siteseen Limited. https://www.warpaths2peacepipes.com/native-american-indian-names/apache-names.htm. Accessed 28 April 2026.
Britannica Editors. "Geronimo". Encyclopedia Britannica, 13 Feb. 2026. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Geronimo. Accessed 28 April 2026.
Pearlstone, Z. (2022). Athabaskans Arrive in the Southwest. ESBCO. https://www.ebsco.com/research-starters/history/athapaskans-arrive-southwest. Accessed 28 April 2026.