Dean - night before wedding.
What I did in my past lives to deserve to being second born I will never know. But as I sit here thinking about a life as the "wife" of a savage I think it must have been awful. Not only is my brother trading me for protection but I'm being forced to take the submissive role.
If I were in charge our tribe would not be going through this. Our numbers continue to dwindle and we are under constant attack by the bear nation. If this continues we will die out.
In this land the people are grouped by tribes and the tribes by nations based on there spirit animal. But each tribe is so different that tensions still rise.
Our nation is that of the wolf; our tribe one of the many. We are different because we border the Bear Nation, which is the cause for my marriage to a person I don't know: protection from the war and theft, of our horses and our maidens. As first born and chief I would have stopped this and showed them wolves are not as weak as they think. We would not need another tribe to fight our battles, and not the wolf tribe almost as bad as the Bear.
That tribe, the tribe of my future husband, is from the west mountains. They are violent, savage, and unnessicarily cruel. And that is why I don't look forward to submitting to their chief or living among them. In my 28 summers I have never fallen in love and now I never will.
I started this journal because my younger brother, Castiel, feels that someday someone will read it and be helped by my words. I don't think so but for him I would do anything. But I should probably start at the begging right?
My older brother, Zachariah, is now chief. Has been since my father's death five years ago. After that the Bear assumed we where free game. He tried many things to stop them but he doesn't have the stomach for defense.
He doesn't have the stomach for me. He has disliked me forever but I didn't know how much apparently.
He only mentioned a treaty and marriage a week or so ago and I told him what he could do with that plan. So when he announced it was gonna be me and chief Sam, tomorrow, I was pissed. Not to mentioned screwed.
Now I'm trying to sleep, tomorrow is my wedding day, but I can't because I really don't want to do this. I keep thinking that if I where first born I would never sell my brother to that kinda life.
Break line.
Sam - wedding day
Today I finally take a partner. I'm very excited and I think this will be great for both tribes. And I hope Dean agrees. His people have been at peace a long time while ours has been strong in war. Our tribes need each other to learn and better our lives.
The fact that he is beautiful only make this better. I first saw him when I came to visit their chief in secret, pretending to be a warrior, for negotiations. The thing I want most is a partner to help govern my people. Zach promised me that, and while I don't really like him I knew he'd keep his word.
He said I could have any man or woman unspoken for. I have had women before but prefer men, especially those fair like my mother's people.
The first time I saw Dean was as I was leaving the meeting tent with Cheif Zach. The sun was shining in his hair, on his broad shoulders, and making his eyes shine like emeralds. He was instructing young boys how to throw spear giving each throw a kind smile. My breath caught and I had to hide my body's reaction.
I vaguely remember saying that Dean was the one I wanted. At first Zach looked shocked but I didn't know of it was the fact I had chosen a man or something else. Same sex partnering was rare in this tribe.
When he finally spoke it was to ask who.
"The man which the children." I say.
"Why him?" He asked.
"He's beautiful"
"That's my brother;he's strong willed, defiant, and more like your people than mine. He'll make a horible wife."
But I left that day with a signed treaty. I sent a warning to the bear tribe and now a week later I'm getting married. I'm writing this journal so one day after we have fallen in love, he can read this and know my feelings until that point. I hope he likes this.