All my life I have spent every summer in Montana at the pow-wow. I learned the way of the Warrior but it was the summer I turned 18 that I first learned of the Spirit Warriors and met my first teacher. It wasn't until later I discovered my teacher had been dead for almost 200 years.
I was sitting in my tent working on some new moccasins when I heard someone outside call my name. I stepped out into the open and saw an old man standing beside the trees on the edge of the firelight. He had a white owl on his shoulder and a black wolf sitting at his feet. He smiled at me and said "My name is RavenWalker, come I have things I must teach you." I had never seen him before and many will call me stupid for following him but I felt no malice about him.
I followed him away from camp to a small clearing where a single tent was set up. We entered the tent and sat down. The wolf and raven settled down near him and he began to speak "I have watched you for some time and feel you are now ready to be shown a path few can or will follow, it is the path of the Spirit Warrior. I know about your experience in the abandoned house and your triumph there. It was that triumph which told me you are ready to begin your true calling."
He told me there is a timeless war being fought between good and evil and both sides have champions to fight for them. The gods themselves can't enter the war on earth or they would destroy this world and all the others with the sheer amount of power they wield. Therefore the Light and the Dark call for Champions to fight in their place. Some answer the call to become Healers and others become Warriors.
He told me it was my time to choose which path to follow. If I chose the path of the warrior he had much to teach me. I chose the Warriors path and he did indeed have much to teach me. I still do not remember every detail of what he taught me but as I need it or as I can understand it I remember more of it.
I sat with him in his tent talking and learning for what seemed a few hours. When we were done I stepped outside and walked back to my tent. When I got there I found my brother, grandparents and several others frantically searching for me. When they saw me they asked where I had gone. When I told them they shook their heads and my brother said " we looked all over for you, you have been gone almost a week!"
I took my grandfather and brother to the clearing where I had been and was shocked to find no sign of a tent or the old man. When I told my grandfather the old man's name he nodded thoughtfully and said "then you have been called down the path of the Spirit Warrior." he laughed at my shocked look and said "one of your ancestors who lived many years ago was named Raven Walker he was a powerful Shaman and Spirit Warrior. When he grew to be so old he could barely walk from swollen joints he walked off into the woods and vanished, this was sometime in the year 1797. Ever since then those in our family who are Destined to become Spirit Warriors or Healers meet him."
Amber said this experience with Raven Walker happened the summer she turned 18, and from her comments on previous stories she said her birthday is in June.
Now the abandoned house story happened over Halloween and again in other comments she said she was 18 at that time.
So, how was Raven Walker aware of the abandoned house story if it hadn't yet happened? Because the only time she would have been 18 at Halloween would have been after the summer she writes of here.