Ok, I'm kinda supposed to be working on somethin' else but I've had starting this story on my mind sooo...yeah. Please reveiw, every single one is FULLY appreciated. Enjoy :)

New Country with New Concerns

I wake with a start, in a field full of grazing bison. I get up, suprizeingly strong and light. I look and see huts and tents scattered across the glorious land scape of fields like waves, rolling mountains and roaring rapids, paradise.

"Where-" the memories come rushing into my mind like a stampede. I see terrified faces, tear-filled eyes, and death. I stumble to the fire in the middle of a circle of tents as I cry at the entering visions.

"She's awake!" Yells a man with a husky voice, he sounds wise.

"Can you stand? Are you okay?" Asks a little girl, no older than five.

"She looks so different from us...is this really her?" Asks a young mans voice doubtingly. Suppressing tears and pain, I stand. As I look at the people around me I sense a familiarity. They are all dressed in animal hides, skin. Many of them, including the men, wore their silky black hair in a single braid, some two. Their copper skin looked as smooth as the course of a river.

"She is, her eyes tell the truth." Says the wise sounding man. His hair is down, and as silky black as the others' hair, his skin copper, and he carried a staff.

"H-hello. Can you tell me where I am?" I ask in a shaky voice, will the children rejoice about something to do with countries.

"Your eyes are grey like the lone wolfs, and your hair the color of the sun. Skin as pale as the one who tormented us...You are our country!" The wise man syas, raising his staff, the rest of the people cheer and let out war hoops.

"Wait...what?" I ask as they start a bonfire.

Ok, in case you didn't notice the people are *drum role* NATIVE AMERICAN!...Yeah I kinda wanted to make that clear...ok.