It was a normal day, in a normal peaceful village, one of the few villages that has never been hostile towards anyone, that has always respected the main inhabitants of the lands, the various Sioux tribes.

The elders told each other stories, the men went hunting together when allowed, the children played together, the women talked to each other, exchanged and reunited often and willingly, so much so that when the Sioux had to leave for the winter, the Sioux children and the white children cried for the months in which they would no longer be able to see each other.

Two children in particular were very good friends, you and Crazy Horse, you were inseparable, you did everything together. Until he could no longer return to you, because he had to make a journey for his destiny, to reclaim his personal vision and his sacred animal.

Years passed, and Crazy Horse, now returned to his childhood village, returned to take you with him and never separate from you again.