**Hello my dears! I am taking a break from my previous story to write yet another beauty! This came from the idea from a forum I was a part of! It was a privilege to be a part of such a great forum with such great people! So, this is an idea that my dear Kitsune and I came up with... I guess here is the beginning.
Side note- Alfred is being raised by a Cherokee Indian tribe! They are the natives here! I thought it was cool anyways haha okay and this will all take off shortly! I am sorry it is slow right now! Be patient my pets :3 **
Chapter 1
Alfred worked hard all day and the sun beat down on his bare back. It was too hot working in the fields with the squaws with a shirt on. It was after all his turn since he failed to get his first bison to become a man. He managed to miss its heart but still hit it with his arrow, causing it to run away. By the time he got to it, wolves already claimed it as their kill. How do I always manage to get myself in these situations? He asked himself with a defeated sigh.
"You have a lot on your mind Alfred?" An older Indian woman asked him. Her name was Ituha, meaning sturdy oak. She was beautiful and was the only one to volunteer to raise Alfred when he was little. This woman was the strongest and most fearless woman among the tribe but also the most gentle and caring to him. She was beautiful with strong arms and long black hair that was tied back into a single braid. Everyone in the tribe hated how she gave him an English name but she justified herself and him saying that one day it would benefit him.
Alfred looked over at her and chuckled. "You know me too well." He snickered out and kept busy, separating the different kinds of roots into piles from the daily gathering. "No, your emotions are too easy to read." She huffed out with a small smile on her dark lips. "They always have been dear child." Ituha added and stood up, dusting off her hide clothing. She quickly threw in the piles into different baskets the woman had made at the beginning of spring, fastened out of cat tail reeds.
Alfred followed her example and lifted two of the heavy baskets, leaving a light one for her. The tall Indian woman ruffled his golden blonde hair with her deep reddish-brown skin. The man laughed and pushed her hand away with a giant, perfect white smile. His baby blue eyes sparkled with happiness at spending time with his aleutsi, or mother. "You have eyes like the sky my child." Ituha added and touched his cheek with her worn hands.
He just smiled at her and embarrassedly pulled her face away and looked up at the sky. It saddened Alfred to know that she was getting older with each passing day and that she had to work so hard in the tribe. The blonde man nodded and adjusted the two baskets on his shoulders.
Ituha admired how her adopted son had grown into such a strong and handsome man. When he just an infant, she found him alone and crying in the stocks of their corn field. He showed up magically and everyone was suspicious of the child's appearance until he grew into a man.
He and his mother walked down the path towards the village and could smell the camp fires and meat cooking. "That smells awesome!" Alfred whined and felt his mouth already watering. Ituha heartily laughed and shook her head at the ground. "What's so funny?" He asked her with a smile playing on his lips. She always knew how to make him happy or laugh.
"You are, my child. Already thinking of food when there is still work to be done." The woman smirked at him and shook her basket. Alfred whimpered and his stomach growled, audible enough to make Ituha raise her eyes brows at him.
The blonde man giggled with his face turning red and he cleared his throat. "Let's go!" He stated loudly and powered ahead of her. The woman silently followed him with her face peaceful and heart happy.
"The hunter gatherer returns." One of the men teased the blonde man. "Hey now, if it wasn't for those damn wolves, I would have killed it." Alfred spat back at the big Cherokee man. The men chuckled among themselves at his reaction.
"We know, but your skin is maybe too light. The animals could see you." One of the younger native boys said. He was one of Alfred's closest friends. Akando was his name and he wall tall and very thin, but a complete predator when hunting.
"My skin is too light? Hey I have an awesome tan going on thank you very much!" He snorted out but then playfully kicked his friend in the leg.
"You will always be our sunshine spot." Akando snickered to him and punched him back. Ituha walked past the group with a greeting nod and smile. "I-I'll catch up with you guys later!" He said with a smile and followed his mother. He kept following her to the river and all the females were their washing the clothing.
Ituha went upstream to wash the roots. "You can go eat. I will get one of the girls to help me." The woman said and her dark eyes looked into Alfred's blue eyes. "Okay thanks!" He cheered happily and set down the two heavy baskets with a grunt. Two women that were a couple years younger than Alfred openly stared at his bare chest. He scratched his neck awkwardly, nodded to his mother then ran back up to the village.