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Prologue

         Upon the western plains of the old western civilizations and indian tribes; Exist a desolate area where only the most cunning of colonist and strongest of tribes lived. This was the present day montana in which three tribes of natives inhabited; the Crow Nation, Bitterroot Salish, and the Konawatamata Tribe. This secluded tribe specifically, the Konawatamata, lived both closely to the mountain range and was of mixed european blood. Unlike the other two tribes they were not as civilized or as advanced socially; they were primitive and almost feral.

         The Konawatamata Tribe eventually disappeared as the no trace of the bloodline of the tribe’s existence remains. Nothing but old pottery and several torn huts remained from the tribe, that and a single journal with a torn page. It is unknown what caused their disappearance, however, it is rumored that there is a tense and unsettling aura surrounding the original settlement located at Wedge Rock Park in Belcloud, Montana.

         The journal of a settler named “William Kothesh Rossman”, a mormon practitioner, was the reason of why we know so much of the natives of this area. His own body was found not to far from the tribal encampment. The only issue with believing the words of Rossman are that his descriptions for the events he witnessed are impossible in the name of science or logic.

Journal Entries No.1-5

Journal Entry No.1

July 5th, 1844

         In the name of our founder Joseph Smith I shall embark upon the treacherous journey westward. I swear upon the name of the lord to follow his path upon the new promised land. I William Kothesh Rossman will not fail my lord. Upon God I lay my path. May he guide me in my journey west.

Journal Entry No.2

July 18th, 1844

         I have found a convoy that is migrating west, we are to depart on September 3rd of this year. I will be migrating with various protestants as well as various mormons. We are headed to a lake; one of pure salt. Many of the families have began to give a name to this place: “Utah”. I sadly am to be placed on the third wagon from the group, It is rumored to be filled with various protestants who hate mormons. I just hope we can get along.

Journal Entry No.3

August 1st, 1844

         I have almost finished all of my preparations for the trip. I am eager to abandon this place. It has been only uptill now that I realized that my profession as a desk clerk will probably not aid me in this trip. The only thing I need now is a compass to navigate in case of a problem with losing the group. I know where to get them but they are far too expensive.

Journal Entry No.4

August 28th, 1844

         The convoy is to leave in the next series of days! I must rush to get the last few items needed for the trip. I am worried that...I might not make it.

Journal Entry No.5

September 2nd, 1844

         It’s finally time and I’ve managed to gather my load. It’s quite light, only a couple firestarters, incense, and candles; as well as my Bible, journal, and clothes. I did manage to get a compass for quite cheap. Only fifty cents! It was quite a steal as most compasses are over ten dollars, and eight dollars for cheaper ones. I only hope I may rest tonight with all the excitement laid upon my soul.

Journal Entries No.6-8

Journal Entry No.6

September 3rd, 1844

         It’s finally has come; a new dawn! It’s time to embark in the expedition westward! My anxiety disturbed my slumber until the waking dawn’s morning light. I am exhausted upon no bounds as I mounted with the remainder of the convoy on the third wagon from the front. I cannot remember the people’s name in my wagon but there are two young lads around the age of 18 such as me, an old senile woman who claims is a fortune teller, and a large figure sleeping in the darkest corner of the wagon, he wore a cloak probably to protect him from the light and rain. I simply wish I could write more yet my hand seems to drift away.

Journal Entry No.7

September 5th, 1844

         It seems that we already have left the comforts of modern society as all that lays in any direction spanning miles and miles are plains, plains, and the occasional rabbit or other wildlife.

I’ve finally managed to learn the names of my wagon-mates; Lucy Robinson is the fortune teller, Jason and William Hendrickson are the two lads from before, and the shady man from the corner is Mark, just Mark. He is of the silent type who reserves himself to his own devices. I sadly lost my compass I think someone stole it, though the driver is experienced so i don’t fear too much. I will not be able to write any more until the next important events. The only thing to talk about is the underwhelming presence of the grass on the plains and its wildlife. I feel as if leaving Independence was a bad idea.

Journal Entry No.8

September 25th, 1844

         I won’t be able to write for some time. It seems as the weather has become devoid mercy as the winter storms roll in from the west. I fear the probability of frostbite or worse; death. I will write again once the weather becomes favorable.

Journal Entries No.9-15

Journal Entry No.9

April 1st, 1845

The weather has finally shown some clearance. Much has occurred since the last time i’ve written here. First, Ms. Robinson passed away, we awoke to her cold corpse one morning, we worried that she would not survive the frigid winter air; second, we have become lost. Mark volunteered himself to scout out the area to hopefully find the trail again. We haven't heard from him since. The coach driver followed mark as well yet he too has not returned. An immense mountain range overlooks us. It intimidates me like a how a pack of wolves would intimidate livestock and sheep. The two brothers and I decided to backtrack and hopeful find a fort for residence.

Journal Entry No.10

April 8th, 1845

I’m bored beyond belief. The days passing feel closer to months or years than actual days. The Hendrickson brothers and I talk as much as can in order to pass the time. I’m afraid that with how things are headed, time is limited and we are not.

Journal Entry No.11

April 1845

I awoke this morning to the icy winds in the wagon. There were large tears on the canvas, similar to those of a bear or worse… indians. The Hendricksons were gone, they left the only weapon lying in the snow next to an old compass. The weapon, a lever action rifle, was frozen stiff with red blood ice sealing the firing mechanism, as for the compass; it was my old compass I bought yet sadly it was unrepairable as well. I decided to follow the last few tracks that the horses left behind.

Journal Entry No.12

April 1845

It’s been days and I feel as if I’ve been walking in circles. God I plead for your aid.

Journal Entry No.13

April 1845

I don’t know if I should but I have found a indian encampment. I'd rather suffer a death by spear; it is better than death by frost.

Journal Entry No.14

April 1845-same day

I truly am thankful. They accepted me with open arms, I am may have to learn the language, but that is fine. I thank god for letting me line another day.

Journal Entry No.15

April 1845

This tribe is quite unique, it is not like the various stories I’ve heard of the savage tribes of the west. They are uncivilized and dare i say feral, yet, they still maintain the foundations of a healthy society. They conduct funeral rituals, wedding rituals, and seem to believe in a superior force or god called “Con-ne-va-tu-mar-lenk-sva.” I will remain here for a bit longer. I do not wish to be influenced by their underdeveloped pagandry.

Journal Entries No.16-20

Journal Entry No.16

April? 1845

Many days have gone since my last scripture. I’ve learned much with my experience here. I’ve learned how to survive in the frigid area thanks to the natives. I’ve also learned much about them. They are the “Kon-aw-ata-mata” tribe. I still cannot understand not even write their primitive language, yet, day by day. I feel as there is some truth to their words.

Journal Entry No.17

May? 1845

The spring season is finally near bloom. I can start to sense the warmer temperatures from the south. I found myself comfortable in this foreign land. I think I might just try my chances with the one of the daughters of the chief. May Conelenksva wish me luck.

Journal Entry No.18

1845

Today I contract myself with my beautiful wife. I must not become too eager as then I may lose my fertility; this is said from the eldest. I simply cannot wait to proclaim my vous, “Unsct-Lichtum.”

Journal Entry No.19

Time does not matter. I am one with nature. I feel complete. We await Conelenksva soon. They will arrive soon.

Journal Entry No.20

Tomorrow; they come. I await patiently for them. I sense danger nearby, why?

Journal Entries No.21-?

Journal Entry No.21

My wife is expecting. She and I will await Conelenksva’s arrival from the top of a nearby ledge. This is because I am still not true of blood nor is my wife any more; my son will be when he reaches of age. I always wondered why I came here I can’t remember.

Journal Entry No.

I came here to go to salt lake city, to follow the path of Joseph Smith. I am in danger. It was all a lie. They lied. They deceived me. Everyone deceived me. I-- They are here. The Conelenksva are here in a thing. A large silver or metallic plate. They are abducting the people to absorb them. I cannot see well from here but these people are… absorbing them with their bodies.

Journal Entry No.55?

It is night and I’ve been running away from the encampment. When I told my wife that we should run, she notified the beings toward our direction. It was as if she was attempting to sacrifice me and her as an offering. I regret killing her; throwing her off the ledge yet she was too far gone. Those bastards brainwashed her and brainwashed me. I need to hide they are coming.

I am hiding inside the hollow of a dead tree. The reek of resin will hopefully dusaude them. I coverd the opening with large bush. It has thorns so it is uncomfortable. I can see outside from a tiny crack. There is only one being outside. I cannot describe what the creature looks like. I can only say that it is nothing that is possible by the power of god. The one located outside is still looking yet hasn't escaped my small field of view. I will have to make a sketch of the creature before it finds me if not,

Epilogue

The archeologist involved with the findings were quickly dismissed as the federal bureau of investigations took over the site and findings. They concluded that the man William Kothesh Rossman was suffering severe dysentery and schizophrenia at the time of his writing therefore discarding the information of the mormon practitioner. One of the archaeologist who decided to remain anonymous revealed the information inside the journal. The original copy was according to the FBI, “Handled accordingly.” It is to note that the FBI still recognizes the Konawatamata tribe as a tribe that did exist, and was properly named the “tribe of the morning dawn.”