{Tribal story. The Malakas and the Quileutes have always been allies in the past, but when the Malakas are once again kicked off the reservation to make way for new developments, the Malakas are forced to moved to La Push for the meanwhile. What happens when a certain shape-shifter imprint on the chief's daughter. OC/Jacob. Pre-BD.}

I do not own Twilight or anything Twilight related in this story, if I did then Jacob Black would have been the main focus and Bella would have drowned when she went cliff diving. I own everything else though. My original thoughts, characters and organisations.

I do not like Bella Swan/Cullen, but I don't know if I will be hating on her in this fic. There is a chance so if you don't like then don't read.

Mid 1800's ...

"Those Pale Faces are taking our land from us. I say we fight."

"That may not be the smartest approach, Chief Mabrok Ali." Chief Stamon addresses his old friend.

"Are you saying that we should just let them take our land. The lands of our ancestors?" Chief Mabrok Ali exclaims in unbelief.

"No. Of course not. I am only suggesting we wait a little while as much information as we can. We have no idea what these pale faces are or what they can do." The old Quileute chief tries once more to soothe his allie.

"They are dangerous. What about our women and children?" Chief Mabrok Ali's eldest son exclaims furiously at the thought of waiting even more time.

The eldest son most definitely inherited his father's temper along with his 'gift'.

"I hate to say it father but I agree with Malachaya. We do not know a lot about them but we do know that they are dangerous." Stafra the eldest daughter of the Quileute chief spoke up.

Her twin brother Stalata chimed in with his view, backing up his sister. "Stafra is right. We cannot and I will not let them desecrate our sacred lands. We aren't helpless father. We have abilities that those pales faces could never have. It's in our ancestors only father."

As the eldest son got to his knees in front of his father, the old Chief sighed. He had foreseen this disaster. The invasion of the pale faces, but now it was here their choice of action would affect the Malakas tribe and the Quileute tribe for years to come.

"So be it. Ready our warriors. We attack tonight. Chief Mabrok Ali, will your men be ready by night fall?"

"Certainly. You made the right choice. Grá Tama."

Chief Stamon could only pray to the Gaha that this choice was the right one.

2012

Billy Black was captivating. The way he told the tribes legends ensured that you could have heard them one thousand times and it still feels like the first time.

"...We have received some very sad news from our friends the Malakas pertaining to there reservation. They have once again been pushed from their home by the pale faces. The tribe is rather small numbering only 37 of them. We have been friends and allies for close to a something years therefore they will be joining us here until they can find somewhere new to settle."

"What do you mean once again?" Brady asked. The older members of the pack have heard the stories of the reservation fight, but they younger ones such as Seth, Collin and Brady were still unaware.

"Many year ago, when our land was still our land, a large ship was spotted coming towards our shores. This large ship carried the first settlers. They didn't last too long here so we thought nothing of it until another ship came, carrying more settlers. These settlers were much more prepared. They survived. We fought many years for our lands as more and more pale faces joined the original settlers here. Eventually we came to a truce. We gave them a section of land to live on and we kept ours. However the pale faces were greedy, the wanted more. They tried to take our land from us and our friends the Malakas came to our aid. We fought together both tribes with their own special abilities. The Malakas had their stealth, they went forward as the white settlers slept and took out many without detection. Our warriors changed into the mighty wolf taking out any who woke."

Billy stopped his dramatic pause causing suspense. Seth, Collin and Brady were handing off their logs, mouths open in anticipation.

"We were deceived. A group of settles had snuck out of the settlers village the night before and waiting until we left for our attack. When we returned to our home enthralled with our victory they had killed half our women. Malakas and Quileute alike. Our Chief, Chief Salmon's own daughter Strafa's head sat waiting on them. The old Chief was so overcome with grief his heart gave out. The Malakas and The Quileutes were forced onto what we now know as this reservation. The Malakas returned home to their own new reservation. Something happened that night to the children of the Malakas Chief Mabrok Ali. We do not know what but they changed. The grief of that night claimed part of their souls, changing them forever."

As Jacob listened to the story of their past with the Malakas he couldn't stop himself from wondering if the Malakas would still carry the effects of the past battle. Whatever happened though he knew that the arrival of the Malakas would be a life altering experience.

If he only knew how life altering.

Translations: Grá Tama- Old friend.

I will be making the language up as there is no Malakas tribe and they are only a figment of my imagination therefore so is there language.

The Gaha are the spirits that the Apache tribes believe in. The Gaha aren't gods their spirits therefore good and bad.

I know it is all very short but this is just the Intro. I am Scottish so there might be some different spelled words in there, I'm only human.

Original Rating T but it might not stay that way. I will tell you before hand if it changes.

Let me know what you think.