MITAKUYE AFTER THE BATTLE
- Aiyana Saint Gimbel

- Aug 29
- 2 min read

When the Waters Received Him
The great splash echoed through the depths like thunder beneath the waves, and I knew - oh, how I knew - that something sacred had fallen from the sky realm into our ancient waters.
Mitakuye, wounded and weary from his battle with the Three Troubles, sank through layers of blue memory until he reached the place where time itself holds its breath. His magnificent form, still crackling with the remnants of righteous fire, settled among the coral gardens where the LeMurMaids have kept their vigil since before the first prophecy was spoken.
She emerged from the crystalline depths - this keeper of ancient wisdom - her eyes closed not from fear, but from the knowing. You see, she had witnessed too much of what the world above had become. The greed that devours mountains, the jealousy that poisons rivers, the fear that silences the song of the wind. Her beauty was her shield, her closed eyes her protection against the ugliness that had driven even dragons to forget their sacred purpose.
But when Mitakuye's presence filled the water around her, something shifted. The peacock feathers adorning her crown - those sacred eyes of truth - began to shimmer with recognition. Here was one who had fought the good fight, who had stood against the False Fire Breathers, who carried within his great heart the memory of what dragons were meant to be.
The skull beneath the waters whispered its ancient warnings, while coral guardians watched this meeting of wounded warrior and sacred keeper. Beauty and terror danced together in that moment - for truth is always both magnificent and terrible to behold.
In her closed-eyed wisdom, she knew: this dragon who had fallen from grace would rise again, but first he must learn to see through different eyes. The eyes of the water-keepers. The eyes of those who remember Lemuria's song.
And so began Mitakuye's time in the deep places, where healing comes not from forgetting the battle, but from remembering why it was worth fighting in the first place.
Mitakuye Oyasin - we are all related, even in our falling, even in our rising, even in the sacred space between beauty and the beast.








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