4 Stories, 4 lives, 1 Family.

2. Canada and Kanata

4 year old Canada

I was holding my Mamas hand as we walked through the forest, the birds were singing and the noises and sounds of the animals made were music to my ears "Canada look! It's a moose. They are beautiful right?" Mama asked, bending down, and pointing at the moose. I grabbed her hand and smiled up at her. I nodded and we both admired the moose, until a loud noise spooked me and Mama. I scurried behind her and held onto her leg for dear life. The moose fell over with blood pouring out of it, it made one last noise and I started crying. "Mama! What happened!?" I cried, looking up at her. She put a hand over my mouth, and we looked around, I could see the worry on Mama's face.

"It's down!" We heard, Mama grabbed me, and we dived in the bush, Mama was breathing heavily, and I was crying. "Ma'am, it appears to be footprints!" Something said, I was shaking with fear and Mama was hugging me extremely tight. I felt tears running down my cheeks and I grabbed Mama's hand. "Ma'am! Something's in the bush!" the thing yelled. I was scared out of my mind. "Shoot it down." A female voice said, the same noise happened when the moose was shot and I felt something wet drip down my back again, I turned around and Mama was bleeding. "Mama!" I cried, clinging onto her. She looked at me and teared up, she placed a hand on my cheek and smiled "I'm not going to make this one sweetheart, stay safe for me okay...." She said quietly, she then suddenly started gasping for air, blood was all over my hands and I was hugging her chest. "Don't leave me!" I pleaded, she didn't answer, and when I stopped hugging her, her back fell on the ground, she was dead. "Mama.... come back!" I cried, shaking her. A figure looked over the bush and stared at me. "Ma'am... come here..." the thing said. "I swear to go- oh no..." This lady said, I stared up at her, she was holding the loud stick, I got up and started attacking her, biting, and scratching her "Kid calm down!" She screamed, grabbing me, and holding me up from under my arms.

"You killed mama!" I yelled, trying to squirm from her grip. "Is that your mama...?" She asked, looking over at mama, who made no movement. "Yes... she is with the spirits now..." I sighed, tearing up and fighting harder, if this person killed me, I would get to be with mama anyway. The woman put me on her hip and started walking somewhere. I was still trying to squeeze out of her grip she was getting weird glances and some man walked up and spoke "Where did the child come from?" "Meet the personification of Canada" she said, walking past the dude.

"Listen young lady," The woman said, putting me down and sitting on a rock. "I am the Kingdom of France, or France. I am here to help." She said, putting a hand on my cheek. I ripped it off and tried looking as fierce as I could. "You killed my Mama" I yelled, stomping my feet and growling. "I can be your mama..." She said, the joy in her face made me happy, but I was still mad and sad. "I don't want a new Mama! I want my old Mama!" I sobbed, she picked me up and walked to something that was called a boat. "I will make sure I keep you safe, even if that means keeping you away from England, and risking my life." France said as she boarded the boat. I looked back one last time and saw men picking Mamas body up and throwing it in the water, yelling: "We killed the Savage!" I grabbed Frances's shirt and cried into it, she cringed but patted my back. Life wasn't fair, and it seemed to stab me in the back. 

To be continued.. 

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