Chief Aragorn
We lived near the Secotans, so when the bombing occurred, we heard everything very clearly, from the millions of screams to the thunder of footsteps. Now, another round of bombing is happening. Bad thing is, I think the Secotans invaded some parts of the English town, because this time, the bombs were landing in the Lumbee village. In other words, where my people were, and where I was right now. No worries, I will not be thinking, “OH NO!!! I will die today!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES PEOPLE!!!” anytime soon. I am not crazy like those Secotan Indians. When the first bomb was shot, I sent plenty of our warriors to the Secotan village. I sent some more Lumbee warriors to the English village, to make sure they were okay, especially the English girl and her family. The bombing had long stopped, and the people I sent are still not back. I wonder if they are okay. I hope they are okay. I will never forgive myself if they are not because their family will be really sad and will be mopping around the village for weeks, even months or years.
The people I sent better be back by tomorrow, or else I will be sending more people, which may cause the Secotans to think that we are declaring war on them. Wait, that is not a bad idea! So then together, the English and us-the Lumbee Indians-can go to war against the Secotans, and win them because we have more people, weapons, and brains. Definitely brains, they are very useful when it comes to everyday things, and war. Just saying… If the Secotans want a chance of winning, this would be my advice for them; “GET MORE BRAINS DUDES!!” Not that they would even bother listening to me.
Melody Granger
Someone was knocking on our door. I got out of bed, still a little sleepy, and walked to the front door to open the door and welcome our guest. I wonder who it is though…
When I got to the door, I paused a moment, debating whether or not I should open the door.
“What if it is a stranger that wants me dead?” I thought to myself. “That probably would never happen anytime soon.” I told myself quietly, so I opened the door, hoping for no regrets.
The first thing I saw when I opened the door, was an arrow, being pointed at me. I gasped, I mean, seriously, who would not gasp when an arrow is being pointed at you, just when you open the door? The person pointing the arrow at me was one of Chief Aragorn’s people. I put my hands up, seeing as I did not know what to do. The dude holding the arrow was surprised when he saw it was me, so he dropped his arrow and made it pointing to the ground.
I had a confused expression on my face because I did not know why Chief Aragorn would send one of his men to my house.
“Why are you here?” I asked him.
“Chief Aragorn sent me here to see if you were alright.” He replied. He had a strong accent, seeing as he is not English, and English was his second language.
I nodded, accepting his answer. “Well, I’m fine as you can see.” I told him. I paused for a second, then started to talk again. “Why would Chief Aragorn send you here just to see if I was alright? Is something big going to happen? Is it deadly?” I stopped again to catch my breath. “Is there a deadly war starting?” I asked the last question quietly, not wanting some nosey neighbors to hear our conversation.
The man Chief Aragorn sent seemed surprised to hear that I knew what was happening, but he hid his expression as well as he could.
“Yes, m’lady. How you know?” His strong accent made the question hard to understand, along with the bad use of grammar, but I knew what he meant.
“My parents told me,” I took a deep breath, and finished the sentence silently, since it was a touchy subject for me. “Before they left.”
He had a look of sympathy on his face for me, but I did not need it. I quickly recovered and put a bright smile back onto my face. “Anymore questions or comments?” I asked him, changing the subject.
“No, thank you. Goodbye, it was nice meeting you.” And he left with small frown on his face. I think he had a frown because he never knew my parents left. Or maybe he misunderstood me and thought I meant left the world by ‘left’. Heh, oops. I guess the way you structure a sentence can cause a big misunderstanding… Oh, wait. I do not even know if my parents survived the trip back to England yet. I have no idea if the ship sunk because of a storm or if it safe and back in England, supplies being loaded on to it for its trip back to Roanoke Island.
Chase York
“Let’s go join the war, Melody.” I said to her. “We’ve waited long enough you know. If we do not go now we might never get to.”
Melody just stared at me.
“Is the war not what we stayed here for?” Melody kept a blank expression on her face. I sighed. “We stayed on the island to fight in the war. This was your idea, and now you’re backing out.”
Melody took a deep breath and replied to my many questions. “Chase, I don’t want to fight in the war because I don’t know which side to fight on.”
I gaped at what she just said. “That’s why you don’t want to fight?” I was amazed that such a smart person had such a stupid fear. “That is the easiest question I could ever answer in my life. The answer is we fight for the English. Obviously!”
Melody stared at me with a frown on her face. “You don’t get it do you?” She asked me. She did not let me answer her question, for she immediately rushed onto the answer herself. “When I was at the Secotan’s meeting, Chief Aragorn was really nice to me. He saved me from the grasp of Louis Armstrong. So I figured that not all Indians are our enemies. I thought I told you this before.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you told me that before, but I don’t get how that fits with this problem.”
“Ugh!! You’re useless Chase!!!” She screamed in my face, yanking her hair. “It fits in the problem because if not all Indians are our enemies, then we would be going to war against our possible allies!!” She said it as if it were really obvious. It probably was to her. She was a genius compared to me sometimes. Keyword ‘sometimes’.
No one talked for a minute. I broke the silence by farting. “Excuse me…” I muttered under my breath. I looked at Melody, she had a disgusted face on her, and she was covering her nose as if my farts were poisonous. When the smell subsided, Melody let out the air she was holding.
“Now that that problem is out of the way, let’s go back to talking about the war.” Melody said annoyed.
I blushed. “Ok…”
“Now, as I was saying,” Melody paused for a second. “We would be going to war against our possible allies if we fought and we will very likely loose the war.”
I thought about what to say for a moment, and let what Melody just said sink in. “I think I understand what you are trying to get into my little head.” I paused, for a suspenseful effect, then continued. “You are trying to say that in order for us to win this war, we have to find allies, and some of them may be hiding among our enemies, like Louis Armstrong. Right?”
“YES!” Melody screamed. “Was that really that hard to understand now?” She asked me with her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I shrugged. “Not all people are as smart as you.” I told her. She seemed to have accepted that answer, for she nodded her head slowly, letting the words sink in. Though I only said it to make her happy. Mad melody is not a pretty sight to see.
