(Native America and Great Britain)

Things were quiet this morning. Not too quiet, but a nice type of quiet with a few birds chirping and water running.

I was waiting for the others to join me for a discussion that we had planned today. They came from all over this land; from the east, west, north, and south. We each had a different background that we came from and, with that, came different viewpoints.

I was from the slight south, but my place, where we were going to meet, was near the upper corner of my territory. My territories were run by the seven elders, who make the rules and guided rituals.

I was currently sitting inside of my wigwam on a fur-skin tarp. It was hot in there because it was near the end of summer, but this was the coolest part of the day and it was hard to believe that things could get any more unbearable.

I decided to go outside to find a stream to cool off. I stood up from my position on the ground, made my way towards the opening in the shelter, and slipped on my pelted shoes before I left.

The sun immediately started to beat down on my face, my shoulders, and my hair. It was an unpleasant burning sensation that I had to get rid of.

I quickly ran into the nearby forest in search of relief. I hopped over twigs, swerved around bushes, and felt the wind rush onto my skin and braided hair.

It felt nice to run through shaded woodlands. It made me feel a bit childish, but in a good way. A way that made me feel free, not that I wasn't, but spiritually free.

My running came to a halt shortly after I started, when I stumbled across the creek that I occasionally visited.

My chest was huffing up and down by this point and I needed a drink. I removed my shoes and placed them down, while I carefully made my way over to the stream; barefooted.

I entered the cool water and bent down to scoop a portion of it into my hands. I brought my hands up to my mouth and drank the clear liquid. My dress might have gotten wet, but I was sure that it would be dry by the time I got back to the place.

And, with feeling cooled off, I backed out of the river, onto the muddy bank, and slipped on my shoes.

As I was about to leave, I heard some splashing in the water and some cries for something. I instantly whipped my head in the direction of the two sounds and spotted a man running from a wild creature that looked like a wolf.

Before I knew it, I was shouting for him to get over here and to follow me. His eyes frantically spotted mine, and I started running, because if there was one wolf, there was always a pack not too far behind it.

I ran back the way I had come with the stranger and wolf in toe. I jumped over branches, slipped on mossy rocks, and swung around trees.

Once I got closer to my destination I scrambled for the shelter provided by the wigwam. I also yelled out for assistance in case anyone else was there.

Luckily for me, some of the others were there and they immediately sprang into action once they noticed the wolf behind my compadre.

They grabbed some weapons that they had brought with them, threw them to each other, and charged towards the wolf, which had now become four wolves.

I dashed into the tent and was met by the other women in there.

Before they could question why I was late or why I was breathing roughly, someone rammed into me and almost sent me tumbling to the ground. However, I steadied myself and whirled around to find the mystery man.

"My apologies, please forgive my intrusion." He spoke. It sounded strange and forien. His words were articulate, but they made no sense. I couldn't understand them.

I gave him a confusing look, "What? What did you say, I cannot understand you." I tried asking him. Sadly, he just returned my confused look.

"Cherokee," I heard Catawba speak, which made me direct my attention towards the mostly red-flagged male. "Who is this man? We found him invading your territory."

I flicked my gaze over the three-colored person sceptically, "Really? I have a hard time believing that this guy, the same guy who was panicked and afraid, would be after me."

"Well, we aren't quite sure why he's come here, but he's a forein invader and we have seen these tactics used before by other commanders who send a spy into our ranks." He cautioned.

"True, but those were people who slipped into our people's ranks, this is someone like us." I defended.

"I get that. All that I am saying is that he could be dangerous and I am asking you what we should do with him," The slightly older man lifted one of his hands to point at the stange speaker. "So, what do you want to do?"

I thought about this for a second, before my mind landed on an answer, "He can wait at my place until further notice. I'll show him there." I decided.

I tapped the dark blue, red, and white person's shoulder and waved him after me. His eyes scampered around, as if he was prey looking for a way out of his predator's sights. However, he eventually decided to follow me out of the wigwam.

The walk wouldn't be long, just a couple of minutes across my settlements. We couldn't really talk, because we didn't understand each other, but that did not mean that my eyes weren't bored.

I looked at his strange outfit that wasn't like mine. It was slender, yet sort or puffy at the ends. There were several layers that he wore, even if it was sweltering outside. Strings of buttons laced his outfit in multiple places, but some of them weren't purposeful and were there only for decoration.

Maybe he used them for class structure. In that case, he must be pretty high up there in his clan.

Did he even have a clan?

I had so many unanswered questions that I wanted to ask him, but they could wait.

We soon arrived at my home and I opened the front flap for him to go inside. He gingerly stepped in, but I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face me.

I needed to know one thing before I returned.

I pointed to myself and told him, "Cherokee."

I then pointed to him and waited for him to tell me his name. His face scrunched up and his eyes wandered around, as if he was conflicted about something.

He then pointed to himself and responded with his name, "Great Britain."

------ Time skip - one year later ------

"Dear, you don't even know if he'll come back. Are you sure that you are completely and utterly in love with him?" Potawatomi cautioned.

"You have nothing to worry about." I took her hands in mine and squeezed them a tad. "I am certain that he is the one."

Her face was filled with unease, but I tried my best to show her that I was confident in my decision.

Even with my stature, the slightly smaller girl's eyes were unsatisfied and wanted answers. However, she did not ask any questions. Instead, she nodded, as her head looked down.

"Then may he be true." She wished.

My mouth swerved into a toothy grin and I engulfed her in the biggest hug that I could muster, "Thank you thank you thank you!"

Once I had her close, I spun around at a fast speed and heard her giggle, which made me feel content with my decision.

I slowed to a stop and released her from my encirclement. She had a light smile on her face and her eyes were shaped like crescent moons that made her deep brown eyes sparkle.

We continued to talk about my marital plans. Oh, who was I kidding, it was mostly me gushing over Britain and how perfect he was.

Potawatomi listened contently and chimed in when I asked her too, but she was mostly quiet while I explained how he made my heart swell up with joy each time I saw him.

"Does that happen with anyone else, or is it only him who evolks that feeling from you?" She asked after a long string of me going on about him.

I thought about it for a minute, then responded with what I had come up with, "Well, my family makes me feel that way, but not exactly. Some of my friends, like you, make me have it too, but it's not the same. So, no. Only he does."

She nodded and went silent. I joined her not too soon after and we sat there together.

She rocked back and forth on her feet and spine, before she sighed and collapsed onto the bed. "How do you make it seem so easy?"

"Make what seem easy?"

"Make love seem so easy. I just can't figure out how you do it..."

I laid down next to my friend and huffed. I didn't know how to answer her question, because I wasn't sure of the answer. There were so many ways that lead to love and I went down one of those paths, but I couldn't tell which one she would go down.

"I don't know." I admitted, because I couldn't lie to her and tell her something that wasn't true. "The world isn't like the legends and it can be unexpected sometimes."

"No kidding..." She remarked.

We fell back into silence for a couple of continuous minutes. It was nice and normal, with little interruptions from the wildlife outside. Nothing could have been more content.

She shifted after a long time and sat up, "Well, I better get going. I wish you luck with your relationship and your life in general." She got up off of my bed and I sat up.

"Alright, I'll see you sometime soon. Bye, Potawatomi."

My compadre grabbed her bag, slipped on her shoes, and turned her head to smile at me, "Bye, Cherokee."

Then she was gone, and with her went the sense of life in my cozy environment.

I couldn't quite place my finger on what I was feeling, but it was a sense of loss. Like I had just lost a trail while out hunting; that was one of the worst feelings in the world.

However, this somehow topped it.

I shrugged it off and decided that it was just me missing the company that my friend gave me. With that issue resolved, I turned my attention to my rumbling stomach.

I stood up, shoved on my shoes, and went out to face the gray sky. The dew from this morning hadn't gone away, so there was a lingering tingle of refreshment each time the grass came into contact with my ankles.

Once I was outside, I grabbed a few tools for my hunt; namly my blowgun, some darts, and a small knife.

After that, I made my way over to the forest past the meeting place, because I only needed lunch and I was hunting for myself. My tribesmen liked to go over to the other one which sat on the opposite side of their settlements, due to there being bigger prey to feed them and their families.

I quietly snuck around the forest floor in search of a squirrel or perhaps a ferret; just something that I could eat.

Then I heard it, the frantic scampering of little legs on the forest floor.

I stood still, totally still, and waited with my blowgun loaded and at the ready.

A flash.

A blow.

And one struggling rabbit lay at a few feets distance.

I walked up to the miserable little creature and ended its suffering with my miniscule hunting knife. Deep red blood pooled around the corpe's body after a minute of it laying on the ground.

I picked up the thing and began to walk back to my camp, while I imagined the delicious meal that I would make out of it. I could already smell the tasty dish.

I walked for a few minutes, until I could see the outline of a plain on the outskirts of the forest. I grinned and slightly picked up my pace, in hopes of getting there earlier.

Suddenly, a large bang rang out throughout the plains and the forest. It was similar to when two pans collided with one another, but this was louder and more destructive.

I whirled my head around in search of the sound's reverb, and I was surprised to hear that it had arisen from the plains.

I tucked in my materials near my chest and ran for the opening in the woods to get to the yellow and light green landscape. Once I was out I looked around in a frantic effort to uncover what had made that terrible noise.

There was a stark silence for a moment, but only just a moment, because after it ended, the screams began.

They weren't high pitched, instead they were rough and raggedy with small hitches between the octaves.

I had never heard anything like it before, except for once; when I was in a battle.

My brave men collapsed from blood loss, arrow shots, or spear piercings. Horses trampled over dead bodies and many, too many, bones cracked under their weight. There were screams there, both from fear and pain.

I sped towards the sound of wails and the begging for mercy. It was coming from the South direction, so I trampled along the outline of the forest.

I knew that I didn't have much time before they completely stopped, so I rocketed at the sound.

The yelling didn't stop like it should have, instead it continued on for an extended period of time. I trailed after it like I did for my lunch.

The sound grew louder.

And louder.

Until I was right next to it.

I threw open the teepee's flaps and held up my hunting knife in my dominant hand. I dropped my other stuff and rushed over to the figure rummaging through the victim's supplies.

I grabbed their throat from behind, threw them to the ground, and scanned them for a weapon, to which there were two; a long sharp knife that looked much like Britain's and a strange barrel structure. I slid them both away with one hand and drew my knife near the back of the others throat.

"Who are you?" I threateningly asked.

He merely tilted his head and didn't answer, instead, he gave me a small, "Hmm?"

I tried again, but this time in Britain's language, "Who are you?"

"Oh, " He chuckled, while he rolled over, as if he wasn't afraid of getting stabbed with my knife. His face was split into three sections, one blue, another white, and the last one red. "Je m'appel France."

His voice was like Britain's, but not quite. It was more elegant and airy, like a stream that kept flowing. His face was full of arrogance and the smirk he wore only emphasised that.

After I got my answer, I turned my attention to the figure that was now fainted on the floor. His face was also forein and he had a patch over his right eye. He was yellow and red and the covering he wore had an emblem on it.

I looked back at France and tilted my head in the direction of the other man, "Who is that?" I hissed.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked over to the strange person. "That is Spain." His voice was full of entitlement, like he was better than his counterpart on the floor.

I tightened my grip on his throat and pressed my knife flatly onto his neck, "Why?" He seemed confused with my question, so I tried again. "Why did you harm him?"

He rolled his eyes at me, but glanced at Spain and smiled, "Deary, I was merely protecting you." He lifted one of his hands and pressed one of his fingers to my chest.

I didn't trust that as far as I could throw it. I loosened my grip, but then dug my nails back into where my fingers had been before. My eyes sharpened on him, as he finally showed some sort of reaction other than snootiness; annoyance.

"I will ask you again, why did you harm him?"

Just then, he grabbed my weaponised hand and my waist and flung me onto the ground. He pried the knife from my hand and held it to my throat, similarly to how I did it.

"You ask a lot of questions, princess. Even if it's been fun, I have to go concure your people now. Spain in such a vulnerable state was just too much of a treat for me not to ignore, so I came and shot him. Sadly, I know that he will never die that way. Such a shame." He described everything with such pride, joy, and indecision, except for the last part.

It was horrifying to hear him talk about death that way.

I felt my eyes sink back into my skull, as he stood up, threw on his hat with a feather on it, and exclaimed, "Au revoir, princesse." (Bye, princess.)

He then left the tent and headed for my land and people, followed by thousands of horse hooves.

I considered chasing after him and his army, but that would be futile. Nothing could stop him now.

So, I tended to his enemy's wounds, an act of rebellion that was small and petty, but it was all I could do.

Part 1 out of 3.

Word count 2944

Uh, well this is really late. 

I deeply apologize for my tardiness. I promise you that this has been weighing on my mind for a while, but I procrastinated it instead of putting my story on hold until this was done.

Also, the art of Native America, Cherokee, is not accurate. I made that before making the story, so I didn't know that I would be using Cherokee instead of Native America.

Also, this entire thing is not historically accurate, this is a stretch in both the positive relationships and the negative ones.

However, with all that said, I enjoyed this and I can't wait to make more.

Have a great day/night/morning/evening/noon/midnight/any time!

-Amaura-Chan