Inside a burning house, a soft, glowing light appeared above a young girl huddled beside the lifeless bodies of her mother and father. In the light stood a Cherokee brave—a silver feather intertwined in his long dark hair, his deerskin clothing glistening in the light.
"Kelzi," the brave whispered, kneeling beside her.
Kelzi looked up into his eyes, the tears in her own seeming to fade. She handed him a piece of rolled buckskin. He placed the buckskin inside his shirt, gathered her in his arms, and disappeared into the light.
Have you read a story dealing with a character whose ancestors were Native American? What did you think of the excerpt?