900AD
You were a native American you were good with a sword
One night you were out hunting for food for your tribe. yes it was supposed to be the man but you hated grathering you could see a dim light off in the distance a camp fire you walked over slowly and saw that everyone was sleeping so you snuck into the camp finding their bread you pick up a loaf but dropped it when you felt a sword to your throat
"You know stealing is bad" the man said
You stood proud as he lowed his sword and picked up the bread and passed it to you looked at him in a confused way
"Why" you asked
He just smiled and said "go before my father wakes"
You nodded and ran off
The next night you returned you slowly snuck in the camp you walked over and opened one of the tents no one you stood up straight when you felt some one behind you spun around and was greated by the Sam man
"What your name" you knew enough English to have a little coverstaion
"Elijah yours" he said
"Y/N" you replied
He smiled as he moved Y/H/C from your face you blushed he stroked you face
