4 Stories, 4 lives, 1 Family.

3. America

6-year-old America.

Me and Roanoke were running in the field with Mama behind us, I stopped and grabbed her hand, along with Roanoke, I didn't want to lose her. We watched the deer and rabbits, they were so majestic they survived without hands to pick things up, when mama wrapped her wings around us and looked down at us, it made me feel special. "You two are my world, remember that always." She smiled down at us. I knew we had an older sister, Cherokee, who one day got mad at Mama and ran away, but we don't talk about it much. She scooped us up in her arms and snuzzled us, I laughed, and Roanoke looked embarrassed. As we walked in the forest she stopped in her steps and listened, her face was of concern, when I listened, I heard it too. 

"Is that a song mama-" I tried saying before she put a hand over my mouth, she put us down in the bush and I watched as Roanoke morphed into a brown wolf next to me. Mama silently walked up to the music, not being in sight, she looked at the men in weird clothes, and when they saw her, they all got their guns ready, but one man held his hand up. "Ahhh, a Savage, nothing to fear my friends, she won't hurt us.  I am Britain." It said sticking its hand out, Mama looked at it and put her hand on his too "America, you seem to be on my land." Mama said, looking up at the taller man. " We can negotiate, I will not attack if you can show me how you live?" He asked, putting his hand out, mama took it, and he showed her things. I was sitting on Roanoke's wolf back, waiting for her to get up, and when she walked over to mama I held her fur coat tightly, scared of falling off. "These are my daughters, The Roanoke Colony, and we haven't named her yet." Mama said, patting my head. Britain looked at me and smiled, patting my head as well.

3 months later

I was sleeping when I heard a gunshot, not out of the ordinary, the hunters probably got a poor dear, I woke up and walked outside, seeing Mama bleeding from the stomach. "Britain! You bastard!" Roanoke yelled, helping mama to the ground, I looked around at all the men in surprise. "Ever heard of finders keepers? " He laughed, loading the gun and pointing it at Roanoke. "May your soul go to hell." He then shot her, I left hot tears starting to run down my face. I ran up to Roanoke who looked at me and smiled, I tried putting my dress up to her wound, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. "Sister, I want you to be strong... America." She said, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, I continued trying to stop the blood, but it came oozing out. "Uncle Britain! You killed them!" I cried, shaking Roanoke and grabbing onto her dress.

 "Come along, I will show your the plan" he grabbed my hair and pulled me by it, I grabbed Mamas necklace and started balling. He dragged me for 5 minutes and I continued sobbing, but stopped when I felt heat on my back. I looked around and saw a fire that burning down the trees, never a good thing. Animals were running out of the forest and trying to flee. "Your name is the Crown Colonies, or Thirteen Colonies. You will obey me or I will kill you like your sister and savage mother." He snarled, pulling my hair tighter. "Okay!" I cried, he pulled harder, like as if he was wanting something more. "Okay Sir!" I cried harder. "Good, follow." he demanded, walking, I scrambled behind him and looked back at mama and Roanoke.

 I looked around at the men spitting and swatting at me, I dodged most of it, thought it seemed as if the farther I go, the more it happened. I gave up and sat on the ground, and when Uncle Britain turned back, his face was red with anger. "Get up, we need to go." He said, the tiniest bit of worry on his face. "No." I stated turning my back towards him. I could feel his anger and he grabbed me by the back of the shirt and dragged me through the dirt and mud. 

 "Crown Colonies, I am doing this for your own safety!" He yelled at me, turning around and staring down at me. "My name is not Crown Colonies! Its America!" I yelled, standing up and growling at him. "You can't just take your mothers name!" He yelled back. "Watch me" I hissed. He again grabbed me hair but this time I pulled back. "You are not taking me this easily!" I screamed, stumbling back, only to fall into one of the men, who hit my head with the back of the musket he had in his hands,  the last thing I saw before black out was Britain's smiling face.

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To be continued...