The Caged Eagle

Chapter One

Hello there. My name is Luna and today I am your author. I usually don't write good books ,but I feel as if this one will be good because of the inspiration I received from another wattpad book. No, I didn't steal the story ,but I did like the categories it was in. If you don't like gay stories then don't read. The history in this novel is not all true. Please enjoy...

Forbidden History: Chapter One

Most men seem to live according to sense rather then reason. -St. Thomas Aquinas 

  The year was 1620, and I was spending it on a ship toward what they call "The new world". Columbus told us that there was more land then what we lived on and the fifty of us went to go see if he was lying or not. 

  The wind blew on my face as the ship sailed to our destination. The sea smelled of salt and blood. The hunger in my stomach only grew more as the longer we sailed. The ship rocked forever forward as the wind that blew threw my auburn hair blew the sails. I was just hoping we wouldn't fall off the earth traveling so far.

  They call me Edward Stout because it was my name. When I mean 'they' I mean the people I actually could stand to talk to on the ship... There was John Smith, Lassal Wiggins, Tracital Coming, and last be the most halarious to talk to, Old man Hickory. The old man knew what is was like to be on the sea, and it was the only reason he came.

  The Captain refused to let any of the woman on board meaning I couldn't take my girl Sally Jaking with me. It was okay though because just thinking about her made me smile. Her blonde hair always up in a bun and her pale blue eyes always toward me. I knew she loved me and wouldn't cheat no matter how long she had to wait for me. 

  I looked out toward the side of the the boat when John came behind and smacked me on my back. "Eddy, you can't be lolly gagging ,you hear? The Captain will tear your skin off and feed it to the fish if you aren't worth keeping on the boat. You know he don't like wasting space." As I turned about to smack him back the ship came to a quick halt.

  "LAND HOE!!!!" John shouted way to late. I hated when he did that. He slided down the rope and walked toward me, a smile never leaving his face. "You ready to meet these Indians Columbus told us about?" I seen the glint in his eyes showing he just wanted to see the woman they had here. 

  "Sure." I answered back. I wasn't really all that interested but as I walked off the ship my heart began to slam against the ribs of my bones. I was finally a place where I get excited over something. 

  As I walked on the beach all I saw was trees, sand, and a shadow in the distant of a bush. I ignored it , brushing it off as my imagination. 

  "Over here ,men," The Captain shouted. The forty-nine of us walked toward him to follow his gaze. "Do you know what this shows?" As we stared at the foot printed in the sand the most of us shrugged our shoulders. 

  "There are people here besides us." Tacital whispered loud enough for the rest of us to hear. 

  The Captain smirked," I want to meet these 'people' and see if they are any use to us." He lifted us his finger toward the forest of green trees and unknown organisms. "Find them." He ordered, "And bring them here to me."

  The steps we made together while searching slowly disappeared to a point where I can only hear my own as I soon found my way to a place where a large amount of water fell.

The mist was all around and I could see a figure standing in the center with a strong build. The figure was facing toward me. It's hair blew in the direction of the wind and to say it was like any other hair would be a lie. The hair was black as the galaxy sea and about as long as the figures arm. A feather was in the top of his head and it went perfect with the figures hair.

 

  I wanted to run my fingers through it. I knew it was softer than my auburn colored hair, probably clwaner too by the way it shined because of the little sunlight that made its way through the mist. The way it flew in the wind... as if it was finally being set free.

  I heard steps too late as I realized the figure was walking toward me. It was a man. He was wearing a skirt around his waist and no shirt. He was about my height if not a few centimeters taller. His skin was caramel colored, something I had never seen before and was amazed by. His eyes were a nice hazel color and honestly were more beautiful each step he took.

  He was five feet away now and while his eyes bored into mine I reached for my gun. He was close enough for me to smell his minty scent.  His dark brown nipples called for my eyes to give them my attention them. Whwn I looked at them I noticed a small bird over where his heart should be.

  As I came to look into his eyes after looking at his nipples, a wonderful toon came to my ears.

  "Hello"