
I was born in 1863 in Dark Moons Village. I am Oglala Lakota and I was first called Igmu (Cat). Later on I was given the name Silver Hawk. I had a very rough first lifetime. I fought against the Seventh Calvary at Bighorn and I Ghost danced at Wounded Knee Creek. In my life I saw my people slaughtered twice and I lost everyone I loved. I thought I could escape my misery by jumping from a cliff.
I was wrong.
I was born AGAIN on Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. This time I'm Oglala Lakota / Latino. My mother was from the Andes Mountains in S. America. A seer named Jack Many Horses told everyone I was coming before I was born. My father John I-Stand-Proud Argent thought he was crazy and told him to quit telling everybody. He wouldn't shut up and my dad killed him and went to prison for 13 years. Mi Mamita, my mother, she took me to Queens New York. I had a 144 years worth of memories in my head but I didn't tell anybody. I remembered everything that happened in my first life. I suffered a lot of nightmares because of it.
I joined a gang called LOS CABALLEROS. I didn't really want to but I didn't want to fight every day either. I'd been in intensive Martial Arts Training so I ended up being the Leader of L.C., Warlord. The police chased me every day. This one cop named Frank chased me 28 times and couldn't catch me. I run fast and that's why LOS CABALLEROS started calling me CHEETAH.
Well, it didn't last. I got into trouble and since I belong to the Great Sioux Nation and I was a juvenile, they sent me back to the reservation. I didn't know what I was going to do there. I didn't want to go. They still have the stories and the old prophecy about me being a RETURNING WARRIOR from the old days but I'm just me so it's a little embarrassing. Not only that, I can't be the great tribal leader they're looking for until I get clean and sober.
I'm not the warrior I was in my first life but I'm still a warrior.
I keep getting into trouble and I can't seem to get out of it. To make things worse I have a twin brother who looks just like me but he was raised on the rez. He looks exactly like me but we are like night and day. The problem (for him anyway) is that sometimes the cops and bad guys mix us up and they usually get him instead of me. He's a star basketball player at his H.S. so he really hates me when that happens.
I'm trying really hard to straighten my life out but it's hard. In one year I lost three people who were very close to me but I have a son, so I'm trying to stay alive.
I could tell you more but if I kept going I'd tell you enough to WRITE SIX BOOKS WORTH.......!

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