Chapter 1.
Acadia was walking around the small country looking proudly at his people and smiling as he saw all the village kids playing with each other. He recently found out because of the treaty of Utrecht, He wasn't allowed to see his Father, France anymore since England now "owned" him. He frowned at the thought of not being able to have contact with his father anymore and his brother too. He kind of considered England's other colony, New England, as a brother but not by much. He became friends with the Indians and children of his village because he looked only 7. He walked up to his house that he lived in with Joseph Broussard a great friend of his. "Monsieur Broussard! I am home!" He shouted out in the small house and he saw the young man outside working. He walked out back and tapped him on the shoulder. "Ah. Mon Hunter, welcome home. Can you get the vegetables and bring them inside?" He nodded and ran inside. Joseph knew about Acadia and about the personifications and he decided to take him in since no one would really watch over the poor child. Acadia was lucky because of how fast he is growing he actually looked like a normal child. Acadia fixed his eyepatch that Joseph gave him and picked up the vegetables. "Monsieur! Do you want me to start on dinner?" The man, chuckled looking at him and ruffled his blonde hair. "Oui! That would be splendid mon Hunter" Hunter smiled. He then looked at Joseph like a child would look at their father. "Monsieur... May I call you Papa?" Joseph turned around. He looked shocked. "Of course! I am proud to be your father!" Hunter smiled. He turned around and walked into their small, cozy home. he went into the kitchen. It wasn't a big one. There was a small stove surrounded by pots and pans. Hunter pulled out the carrots from the basket of potatoes, carrots, and beetroot. he started cutting the carrots and skinning the potatoes. he placed all of it in the pan. he ran quickly outside to the well to get a bucket of water while he was running when he ran into England. He looked down. "Sorry Sir.." England smiled not even recognizing that it was his own son. "That's alright lad! Just watch out where you're going!" England said smiling while Hunter walked away. 'Some father he is..' Hunter thought to himself. Finally, he had arrived at the well. Hunter put the bucket on the rope and let it fall down. He smiled when he heard the *Sploosh* sound the bucket made when it hit the water. He reeled it up and went back home. He entered the house still seeing his father out back. he poured the water into the pot and let it boil until he saw that it was boiling. He then put in the carrots, potatoes, and beetroot and let it boil. He then placed in the beef from the cow meat he bought in the market. Hunter closed the curtains and took off his eyepatch so he could use his full vision. He uses the eyepatch because when he goes into battle he can focus his aim on the target. He looked back at the stove to see The soup Boiling. He pulled the bread out from the kitchen cabinet and started cutting it. He started hearing troops running around outside. He ran to the backyard to see that his father was dead under England. He locked the housed door and poured the soup into a cup and placed the bread in a bag and he ran outside. he noticed that he didn't have his eyepatch and his gun. he ran back in to see that the Brits were searching his home he sneakily grabbed the eyepatch and his revolver on the kitchen counter. He ran outside once again and he growled furiously. 'Those Brits said that we can be peaceful French.' He sneaked off into the forest to the Mi'kmaq camps. This travel would take at least a few weeks since he needed to travel to New France.