After a couple of days of rigorus searching through the library for books on Native American Tribes and looking through Google, Bing, Fire Fox and every other search engine we could think of, we came across only one group of Native Americans that made sense. The only problem is, how on earth are we ever going to find someone from the Anasazi tribe. Google says that the Anasazi tribe was considered the Lords of the southwestern American region for thousands of years, long before Christopher Columbus ever came to what is now the good old USA. It says that the civilization was as complex and sophisticated as that of the Mayans. Then all of a sudden around 1300 A.D. they just disappeared. Google says that there are ruins carved into a Canyon in Southern Utah that show the growth of the Anasazi tribe and then all of a sudden they stopped building. There were Graineries sealed with supplies, ceramics, and even pots and ladles just left as though they intended to return, though it seems that they never got the chance to do so. According to what I found, there is a trail of artifacts that are supposedly from the Anasazi tribe moving to the southwest, though there's no proof that it was actually them or if a neighboring tribe that took some of their things in their absence and lost some looted items as they made their way across the open plains. I gathered everyone into the dining room so I could lay out all my research for them and try to come up with an idea as to what to do, and where to go next. If something as devistating and dramatic as a vampire attack had happened to a tribe of Indians, destroying the majority of their tribe, you would think that they would have some sort of legend about it, or a story or something that would illustrate the ordeal. But we found absolutely nothing, so the only thing that truly makes sense is that the tribe that just vanished into thin air was the one we needed to find. The idea that a dog might maybe mistake living in the caves on the side of a canyon as living in the mountains wasn't too far fetched. Though the forests and woods in the story Peanut told doesn't match up well at all. "We have searched through everything we can to figure something out. And we are pretty much about as close to finding out if the story Peanut told was true as we are to finding the world's smallest needle in the world's largest pile of needles." I said exasperated. My father looked at some of the papers with my chicken scratched excuse for writing and suggested that they might have gone into hiding to avoid another conflict with the vampires while building up their strength. He thought that maybe they might have traded some of their belongings for safe travel and planned to return to their homes after the vampires had all been hunted down. My mother on the other hand brought up the legends of the Navajo skinwalkers. It was said that they were evil witches that transformed into different animals. They weren't restricted to wolves or anything in particular but were able to transform into any of the animals whose skin they would wear. It was said that they would have to give up on their humanity to be able to obtain their power. Though it's not exactly the same as werewolves, it is still a form of shapeshifting and maybe we should start with that instead of looking for a tribe that vanished into thin air, not knowing if that was something even worth while. The idea seemed a bit far-fetched to be something that could actually be used, but mom was right. There are too many things that I just don't have enough information about to chase after something that scientists and Archaeologists haven't been able to find for several hundred years. The only problem is that I don't know how a tribe that even has legends of shapeshifting monsters would know anything about the story Peanut told me. And even if they did know about the tribe itself, how would they even know what happened to the tribe after the great battle between the vampires, the great wolf and the man who would become the first werewolf? You would think that there would be stories or legends of some sort but we found nothing related to the battle described by our fuzzy little friend. Though at this point, it is the only lead that we have in order to try to find the tribe and work out the truth behind what we are and how my brother and father might be able to overcome the urges of the wolf like I did, and maybe, just maybe they might even be able to tell us something that would give us some sort of idea of how to turn ourselves back or gain control over it entirely. Only time will tell what we will learn, but one thing that I know for sure is that we need to find them and we need to know everything that we possibly can to try to find a way to keep people safe. I began pouring through my research to see what I could find on the Navajo skinwalkers, and found that I had essentially avoided the topic almost entirely. I was so focused on something different that I overlooked a good amount of information about the Navajo skinwalkers. I began again searching through the library and again consulted with every search engine I could think of before coming across a website telling stories of people who ran into some unexplainable things in the woods out in the middle of Colorado. I began reaching out to some of the people who had made posts on the site, but found little reward for all my hard work. So, I began looking through the comments and found some, "resident experts," that I began reaching out to.
