When John Smith left, any form of emphathy for our people quickly followed. It wasn't long before more English, French and Spainards came invading our shores. And they didn't come alone, guns, germs and steel accompanied these invaders. They robbed us of everything we owned and treated us like property. Our women were raped and our men exiled. When they had their fun they kicked us off to unfamiliar lands and left us for dead.
We quickly recognised that no help was coming for us. It was us against them. Despite the odds being unlikely, we weren't going down without a fight. When I fell ill to their diseases, I forced myself to go on. I was not going to fall victim to their disease and lay ill on my death bed. I fought long and hard against my own body. Striving to kill as many of those bastards as I could. Decapitation, arrows in the eye you name it. I was vicious and I was merciless. John Smith you showed me that white men can be kind to us, but perhaps I was a fool to believe you.
P.S. Sorry this is short. I kinda like it though, feel like it makes it more dark. Please tell me what you guys think and thanks for reading :) Sorry I couldn't find a video
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After Ever After
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