Page 11 of Citiali: Teach
“He was trained by Knight in Mass.” Axe clears that up.“You’re the same so it’s a match made in heaven.”
I push him off his chair while I stand. “I need a drink.”
They laugh as I walk to the island cooler I saw a Brother get beer from, but I’m smiling. I think it’s the perfect place for me to land in too.
“Water is this side.”
I turn toward Falcon and an Indian with startling blue eyes. My eyes are more a washed out blue because of the tan flecks. His are arresting and his name comes to me with a smile. “Mag Bailey, you’re Meadows clan?” My grandfather told of his clan.
Falcon freezes. Zeke is holding Mag and Falcon’s forearms. ‘Don’t mention that. His son is Tyson.’
Fuck. “I’ll read the rest of the board tonight. Did you take it?” I have to ask because his mind is pure white.
He lets them go. ‘The ancestors did. You’ve got eight seconds.’ He’s gone.
I wait the seconds for a blink from them. “Brothers. Thanks, I’m not much of a drinker.” It’s an understatement but I’m nervous now that I almost fucked Mag’s life up.”
“This is Mag, SAA of Bravo.” Falcon gives me.
I put my arm out and see Mag notice the symbol.
His hand stops. “Are you family?”
“I’m Cherokee from Liberty. My grandfather was a medicine man.”
He relaxes and takes my arm. “My dad had the washer in the same blue. I’ve seen it with different colors in books but you have the exact colors.”
I nod and take a water from Falcon, hoping I don’t draw Zeke back over to wipe more shit away. “Thanks, Boss. It’s the sign of the Great Spirit.” I move my feathers and hair while I turn my head. “The marking inside is a sort of Cherokee Nation symbol. The Great Spirit symbol is known by all tribes.”
“Are a lot of Indians marked?” Falcon asks.
It’s a good question, but I downplay it. “The Native population in the US is eight point seven-five million. Six percent of the global population is four hundred and seven point six million. Mag’s dad, my brother, me and grandfather were marked. I imagine there’s got to be a few more around like us.”
He nods. “Are the Princes marked?”
I look around for help but no one comes our way. “There’s a light we see and feel in the Princes and other tribes. I’m a warrior messenger, my brother a warrior teacher. Our purpose showed on us at birth. My parents saw it as deformity and gave us to our grandfather. In that tribe, we were outcast and my grandfather shunned.” I never speak the evil word they used if I can help it.
“I feel energy around you like Teller. My dad had an energy but not like you. People were drawn to him.”
I nod. “It’s the way with ancestral blessings. Aiyana said we’re touched by them.”
“My grandmother said that. She always knew or felt Indians.” His grandmother Orenda, or in English, Magic Power, is known through stories passed down.
I don’t mention it. “Most with Paleo ties are like that. Paleo were disbursed through many tribes.” I don’t add, that means all over the world.
“Do you have books I can read so I’m not bombarding you with questions?” Making my life easier puts him high on my list of favorite Brothers.
“Thanks for saving me from the questions. I won’t mind answering them when you're done reading. Zeke has a whole tablet full of books. I’ll send you a list. Just Mag Bailey?” I ask pulling my phone out.
His body freezes and I feel distrust. Shit. “I’m a reader but only read what’s open to me. What I mean is, do I need to add Bravo or SAA?”
“No, just Mag Bailey. Thanks, Citiali.” He takes the water bottles from the island and walks.
I breathe deep.
“You know Mag and his family.”
My head whips back to Falcon. He’s a President so I have to answer. “Yes, of them, but I can’t say more.”
