The Stories of America

The Thirteen

In Order of Mentioned:
Oneida Nation/Oneida People: Tala
New Haven Colony: Clemmy
Mohawk People: Ji

The bold means the character's speaking a different language.

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February 12th, 1702-Jamestown, VA

Alfred was walking through the market of Jamestown. Arthur had finally given him enough money to buy more food. Not that he was starving, but Arthur had forgotten to give him enough money on Pay Day. He really needed to find a job. He couldn't always rely on Arthur. He looked at the food the market provided, most of it looked good.

He shifted the pack on his shoulder. He could smell the tobacco in the air. Looking at his list of things to buy, he approached a vendor who was selling tea. The vendor had short blond hair with green eyes and pale skin. He wore a plain shirt with brown leggings.

"Green tea, please." Alfred asked, holding the money in his hand. The vendor quickly grabbed the money and placed the green tea in front of him, "Thank you."

The vendor only nodded. Alfred crossed off tea from his list as he walked away from the tea selling vendor.

"Give that back!" Suddenly, Alfred was pushed away by a boy who looked only a few years older than him. Alfred reacted fast and snatched the boy's upper arm in a steel grip, making the boy skid to a stop. The boy had long tangled black hair, blue eyes and light brown skin. He wore a torn and dirty shirt with torn shorts that probably were once pants at one point.

An indescribable feeling came over him. A woman who had waist length red hair with green eyes and pale skin with freckles dotted all over. She looked around her late thirties. She didn't wear any shoes, they must've fallen off or something like that.

"Thank you, kind sir. This rascal stole bread from me." The woman said as she tried to snatch her bread back. The boy moved the bread so the woman couldn't reach it. Looking at the boy again, he was skinny and quite dirty, Alfred could see his bones, even through his clothes. He probably was homeless. Alfred dug up some money.

"Money for the bread. Now, leave this boy alone." Alfred said as he handed the woman the money. She huffed, but walked away.

"Thank you." The boy breathed. He tried to walk away again, but Alfred pulled him to a private spot. Alfred knew he couldn't just ignore the feeling in his gut.

"What's your name?" Alfred inquired, crouching down to the boy's level on the ground. He didn't release his grip on the boy, afraid that the boy would run away.

"Virginia." The boy whispered. Alfred was confused. He was a colony? Or was he a human with a girl's name?

"Excuse me?" Alfred said, the boy looked miserable having to say it again. He took another deep breath.

"I'm the...Colony of Virginia." He answered, his voice a little more louder. Alfred was now shocked and even more confused. How was his colony personified? Why was it personified? How would England react to this? He didn't have an answer for any of them, but he knew he wouldn't introduce him to England until they were both ready. He didn't want England to know as Alfred was scared of his reaction.

"Oh...I'm the representation of the thirteen colonies so...you can come with me to my house. I can help you. Please, call me Alfred." Alfred replied, getting up and holding out his hand. Virginia perked up at realizing he wasn't alone any more. He gratefully accepted his hand and smiled at Alfred.

"Thank you...Alfred." Virginia said.

"No problem."

January 14th, 1706-Boston, MA