Jonathan (on hold)

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so this story was thought up when my boyfriend was telling me about native americans

i hope you guys will like it just like you all like my Kidnapped stories :D

hope you enjoy!

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Helushka's P.O.V.

I was at the bottom of the mountain, where all the meadows and lakes rest. My horse standing by a tree eating the leaves off a low branch, with great trust in him not to run away. I stalked closer to the opening between the trees, where a meadow full of buffalo was peaking back at me. Slightly behind a tree and some of the tall grass I blended in with the shadows, bow tightly in hand. With patience and certainty I reached to my back in which a quiver was attached, holding all my hand-made arrows. All carved from the great redwood tree. A bull strode a little closer for more variety of the tall grass, making a perfect view of its face.

Slowly getting on one knee and pulling my arrow back, i took aim for the eye. As i was about to let the arrow fly a bang echoed through the trees and throughout the meadow. One of the bulls fell to the ground, making the rest of them to stampede to the safety of the forest. The lead bull reared back and stamped his heavy hooves to the ground before he began running, in my direction. Alarmed I ran away from the terrified herd, in attempt to not get trampled. The thundering hooves became almost deafening as they came closer, glancing back I moved more to the right to let the lead bull run past. But the others were not going to be as easy to avoid seeing as they are mostly scattered. Trying my best to look both in front and behind me, it was turning out to be more difficult than I had first thought. More bangs erupted along with hoots and yelling, making the herd more frantic.

Momentarily getting distracted with my curiousity of who or what would be chasing the buffalo into the woods, one managed to slam its head into my back and swinging it to the left. The blow threw me more into the stampede and also falling to the ground. Hooves scraped and hit against me but i managed to keep from getting stomped on, but the pain was slowly weakening my body from making fast movements. For a good while I managed pretty well, until finally the last bull ran passed only to be trailed by horses with riders on their backs. From the yelling I assumed they were all male, they looked like male but their skin was lighter than mine. One shouted as they passed, causing them to stop their horses roughly and to cirlce around me.

"Well well well, looks like we got ourselves a savage boss." The one who spoke tilted the thing on his head up to get a better look. I grunted as i stood with great effort from the earlier events.

"Whoo boy! We gonna kill 'em boss?" I looked behind me and saw a younger looking male, still a man but still younger than the rest. Younger than me from the looks of it.

"Naw, boys. I got a better idea on how to deal with the savage." Looking at the male who wore more darker coverings than the rest, he was also the oldest from the looks of it. He seemed to be the leader of this group. They all turned to him with anticipated looks on their faces.

"We'll take 'em back with us. We'll show him how we treat filthy animals like him." They all turned to me with grins. Sensing danger, I gritted my teeth and pulled out my hatchet from the loop on my hide made breechcloth and leggings. They all pulled out strange looking....... weapons?

"I'd put that down savage." The leader's voice had gotten deeper, more threatening. Testing the way of how they use their weapons, I raised up my hatchet. The leader pulled back a small leaver with his thumb and quickly sqeazed down another leaver. That same bang erupted from the tiny thing and not a second later, something flew into my upper arm with great force.