Here is where it began. The high plains. The endless sky. The herds of bison in their multitude dominating the land as was their destiny. And there I am sitting at my fathers side. I lean against his arm and the fire warms us. There is a woman tied to a post. She is white place like a ghost. She frightens me. My father hands me the knife. Each of his guard has released themselves inside her. Now I take the knife stand and take her scalp as she screams. I do not hesitate. The blood pours from her her head. I think of the bison- as they snort their last breath. Her blood is warm on my hands. I taste it. It is sweet and light. It makes me feel light. I am proud. I have drunk the blood of a ghost and lived. 

I am a warrior and I will drink the blood of a thousand ghosts. That is my destiny. The black blood turns red and clouds at my feet. From this moment on I am Red Cloud. I will wash my people in the red cloud of of the ghosts and will be forever vanished from the earth, but I will remain  - and the moment of ALL