The Year is 1839, Constance Smith and her family moved to America from London. Her fascination with nature leads to her and her twin brother's encounter with Amadah the chief of the nearby Native American tribe. The twins were told that these people...
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I can't find a translator for Cherokee so when it's being spoken in sentences it'll be English with parentheses.
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Once my house is out of sight I quickly stand and hike up my dress with both hands. I jump off before the old nun can comprehend what is taking place.
"Get back here! Stop the wagon! She's running." She yells as I run into the woods hands holding up my dress. "That is heathen land! You will die!" I don't look back and run as fast as my limbs can carry me. I trust the people on this land more than I do my own.
The yelling gets faint to my relief but I don't stop running. I only want to get far from the wagon and even farther from my home... No, what was once my home.
My heart sounds as if it beats in my skull. The snaps of twigs and the swish of shrubs that I push through as I run feel my ears. The thorns and branches catching onto and ripping my dress a bit don't slow me down even as some manage to scrape and puncture my skin. My breathing loud as I continue, but not slightly fatigued. I would much rather die than get sent to that horrible place.
Some time later I finally collapse against a tree as I try to catch my breath. I close my eyes as tears fall from them and I start to feel the stings all over my body. I take a look at my right arm to see a few scratches and thorns a look at my left yields the same sight. My dress is ripped in some places as well.
I lift my head and wipe my tears. Looking around I'm met with trees and much greenery. Not a familiar thing in sight.
I must have been running for at least an hour for the sun is beginning to set, the sky taking on an orange tinge.
I ran in the direction of Amadah's tribe. But I have not a clue where I'm at and I can't see through these thick woods. I'm sure my parents are aware of my escape as of now.
I need to find Amadah.
It doesn't take long for me to make sight and sound of the river, It isn't where Amadah showed me and I'm not sure how far her village is upstream. I take my chances and cross it in hopes that I will find some village, Amadah told me there are many tribes on this land. One can only hope they are as kind as her.
I walk and sure enough it doesn't take long for me to come across the outskirts of a village. The forest clears out, replaced by huts of mud and sticks and fields of plentiful crop. People stand in the fields at work. I make out a group of children running around with some sort of stick in their hand as they use it to catch a ball or maybe I am mistaken, it is far.
I will ask one of the people in the fields if they know Amadah. Before I can even take a step forward I am grabbed and something sharp is pressed to my neck. I gasp in fear.
"Who sent you to scout our tribe?" A man's voice with an accent like Amadah's asks in my ear.
"N-No one, I'm not a scout, I'm looking for Amadah." I say terrified. The blade placed against my neck is a bit painful and more so when he digs it farther.
