I run swiftly and quietly through the trees. I have one thing screaming in my mind.
I have to get there before he leaves.
I start to run faster until I finally arrive at the ledge overlooking the settlement and duck behind a large rock there. I made it. There he is.I don't even know his name, but he's beautiful. My beautiful white man.
My father is the chief of the Cherokee Indians so I'm not allowed to go anywhere near him; Father's orders. But I have to see him. After all, he is leaving today for a trip back to his land, which I think is called England, and he will be gone for many months. His hair is the color of the corn we harvest in the fall, and his eyes, his eyes....they are the color of the vast blue, blue sky. His smile shines like the sun and warms every part of my body down to my toes.
He slings his bag over his shoulder and takes off running to the waiting ship. I watch him and smile until he's just a speck on the deck of the ship.
As I turn around to leave, a hand is clamped over my mouth and a sack is thrown over my head. I kick and scream but it does nothing to fight off my attackers. I feel my feet leave the ground and then my attackers take off running with me slung over a shoulder. Eventually, I pass out from exhaustion and the pain of my body slamming into my attackers shoulder.
