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This is the Beta-ed version.

Thanks to Itaneko-chan for being my Beta!

Warning: This chapter will contain foreign words not in English. They have been PURPOSELY left un-translated for this chapter. Readers are welcome to translate them for themselves, but you do not need to know the meanings of the words. Thank you for your understanding.

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"Dialogue" - double quotes

'Thoughts' - italics + single quotes

"Flashback Dialogue/Phone Dialogue" - bold + double quotes

Flashback Narration - bold + italics

Narration – Nothing


Previously on "Living in a Time Gone Past":

The big brother prepared himself. He was sparring against his best friend, and he knew he couldn't take it easy. They stared at each other, mentally willing themselves to fight. A leaf flew by with the wind, floating between the two men. When the wind died down, the best friend began to speak.


Chapter Three: Walls Coming Down

Early September, 19XX

The big brother knew he was never normal. His mother and his little brothers were different from the rest of the tribe, too. His mother had once said that she never aged anymore, and neither did any of his younger brothers, even though many Ghąąjį́' had passed. The beautiful woman never truly explained the whole concept to him.

His mother and his brothers were what his tribe called Kéyah. They were the ones closest to nature. They could feel what the land had to offer, and understood what the consequences of our actions did on the land better than anyone. Sometimes, when the land was scarred, his mother would also be wounded. This had often worried the big brother and the young boy.

Yet ... the big brother was not a Kéyah. It was true that he could feel the land around him, and he felt more at peace with nature than his fellow tribal brothers. He simply did not share that physical connection his mother shared with the land. The big brother could only feel the lingering pain, and not only that, he was still aging, just slower than the rest of his tribe. He looked half as young as his true age, but he never stooped aging completely.

His mother looked younger than he did now.

At times, the big brother felt like an outsider. It was like he was caught between two sides, each side pulling harder and harder for him to come over. It was tearing the big brother apart. Days like those left him feeling very lonely, but his tribal brothers and sisters had always come to help him through it. The beautiful woman and the young boy would play games with the big brother to cheer him up. Everyone was a family there.

His mother had explained it all one day, a few moons before the Coming-of-Age. The big brother was different from all of them.

There was once a young girl, she had explained. When she had first awoken, she could not find her parents. One day, an old chief had found her, and he raised her like a daughter. At the time, she had not known she was different from the rest of her tribe. She eventually grew into a beautiful woman and was expected to marry the son of the chief from the neighboring tribe. The chief's son had tanned skin, night sky eyes, and smooth, black hair with hands rough from hunting. She had loved the young man and he loved her; all was perfect.

But misfortune would soon befall the young man's tribe. While the young man stayed with the beautiful women's tribe, his tribe had encountered men with skin as pale as the color of the cores of trees. Word came by a few weeks later - his tribe had caught a strange bididoolnah, which killed them all within weeks.

The young man could only mourn the loss of his family as he continued to live with the beautiful woman's tribe. However, as many Ghąąjį́' passed, both the young man and beautiful woman had noticed that she did not age. They went to the Hastiin, seeking answers. The Hastiin told the two that the beautiful woman was the land, a Kéyah. In short, she was human, yet not at the same time.

The young man did not mind though and lived together with the woman's tribe. The young man had grown into a man then. They had one child, a boy whose spirit seemed so free. They knew he would go far. They brought the young child to the Hastiin, wondering if the child too was a Kéyah. When the man and the beautiful woman heard that the boy was not a Kéyah, they were relieved. However, the Hastiin warned that the young boy would be different from the rest of the tribe.

Soon, the man had aged greatly, passing on and joining the Spirits of the ancestors. This left the beautiful woman to raise the young child by herself. As the young child grew, his mother had mysteriously appeared with another toddler. Later, two more infants had joined as well, always sleeping continuously. And slowly, the young child had become the big brother.


Looking back toward his best friend, the big brother gave him his full attention. The crowd around them was silent, watching the spar between the two strongest of the young men with anticipation. It was customary to exchange words between fellow tribal brothers before a spar, but before he had a best friend, he had a rival.

As a half Kéyah and half human, he had more strength than others of his tribe. His rival wanted greatly to surpass the big brother in terms of strength. The rival has trained night and day for many moons. Many times the rival would try to show off his strength, often getting him in trouble with the others of the tribe. On one hunt, both the rival and the big brother had gotten lost. That day, the rival had nearly died, but the big brother had protected him from the pack of mą'ii. After that, the rival had become the best friend.

They had trained together, worked together, and became partners.

But now, it was time to spar.

"'Atsá Shį́ wódahgo dah sizį́įgo yiiłtsą," he spoke.

"Hai Chizh 'ahizhdiłne'go bee hatsxe' jileeh," the big brother replied.

The fight began.

The big brother charged, gripping his spear tightly with his hands. He jumped, the sky against his back, and aimed for his best friends animal hides. The best friend rolled out of the way, brandishing his twin knives. Upon landing, the big brother created a small crater in the ground with his spear. He looked up, and ducked just as his best friend's knife passed over the his head. The best friend began swiping away at the big brother. In response, the big brother defended himself with the spear, creating 'thonk' noises throughout the clearing.

The big brother wanted to swipe at his best friend's legs. Crouching down, the big brother tried kicking out the legs beneath his best friend. His best friend jumped high into the air and the spear passed harmlessly under the best friend's legs. Mustering all the strength he could, the best friend threw a knife toward the big brother. Unable to dodge due to the sweep, the big brother could do nothing but watch as the knife snagged his animal hides, pinning him to the ground.

The best friend came crashing down above the big brother. The young boy behind the mother couldn't watch anymore. The young boy didn't want to see his big brother to get hurt, and didn't want his big brother to lose! But the young boy couldn't go over there and free his big brother. So the young boy did the only thing he could: he shouted.

"Shį́ Wódah Atsá!"


I woke with a start and was drenched in sweat. A loud cat noise made itself known next to me. Hero and Amelia were looking up at me with concern. Hero jumped up beside me, rubbing his head against my arm. Slowly, I felt the tension leave me. I hadn't realized that I had tensed up during my sleep, but having my friends next to me slightly calmed me down.

This was the longest vision I ever had. Strange words were starting to replace speech, and more objects had names I couldn't identify. What stood out the most this time though was the phrase at the end. Shį́ Wódah Atsá. Just why did the phrase feel so familiar? I could feel that pride and sadness were attached to that phrase, but I couldn't understand why. I was fairly deep in thought, and my silence was starting to worry Amelia and Hero. I didn't realize that my face was progressively looking more and more pensive, so Hero did the only thing he could think of. He jumped up and crashed into my face to cuddle the heck of it. It was so sudden that my train of thought pretty much stopped right then and there. All the tension left me, and for the first time in months, I laughed.

My laughter echoed through the house. There were crashing noises outside of the room, and Toni stood at the entrance, slamming the door open. I smiled at him, and he looked ready to cry; well, if aliens could cry, that is. I was still hearing crashing sounds, so I was wondering what was going on, when Toni suddenly seemed to get rammed by an invisible force. Knowing that it was Clara, I expected to hear her rushing in. Instead it seemed inertia was too much for her to stop, and she crashed into Toni and slid down the hall, leaving marks on the floor.

'Great. Now I'm going to have to clean that up later. Or, I could just replace the floor boards all together. Glad I didn't go with carpet; that would have been a pain in the ass to fix. Hope Toni and Clara are okay,' I thought, wincing as I heard a thud from down the hall.

Looking back at the entrance to the room, I could see flippers slowly appearing into view. Wilbur was dragging himself (and the small pool he travels around in) up the ramp I had built especially for him. Back when elevators were not mass-produced yet and Wilbur was having trouble getting up the stairs, I completely remodeled the left side of my house to build several ramps. Sometimes I catch Clara and Toni riding the ramps down on wheelie chairs and having fun, so I just left the ramps alone instead of demolishing them. I still have an elevator though, since this is a four-story house, complete with an attic and basement. Once upon a time, this house was completely filled with people.

With a four story house, you would think it would be a hassle to clean. I have Uncle Scotland to thank for making my job a thousand times easier. When I was small, Uncle Scotland said he brought some fae over that would stay with me forever. I can't see them anymore, just like England's fae and unicorns. When I was small and could see them, I asked them if they could help clean the house. They had agreed and have been keeping the house in good shape since. On rare instances, I still ask them just to make sure they were fine with doing the job. On Halloween, I see them having fun with other fae hanging around that day. I always thank them when I see them and tell them that they don't have to work so hard all the time.

When Wilbur finally made it to the door, he 'whaled' at me, happy to see me up. I later found out that I had been asleep for roughly a month, worrying the heck out of my friends, Mr. President, his family, and the workers of the White House. Thankfully during that time, no meetings were scheduled, and no one had tried to contact me. That also meant that the nations of the world were still furious at me, so I guess not everything's completely great yet.

I looked around, taking in my surroundings. Clara had moved me to my room after I collapsed. Light was gently pouring through the window, lighting up the room. Tangerine orange walls contrasted with seawater blue edges and cerulean blue trims. Closets and various decorations littered the room. Then, add in a few of my more personal stuff (and my eccentric friends) and voilà! My room is complete! The sun outside the window indicated that it was around three, which made it too late for lunch, and too early for dinner. Out in the distance, a small cliff could be seen. A tree decorated with various colors of flowers stood tall about fifty feet from the edge, leaving plenty of space for a large picnic area. It was a special tree, and the reason why I had built my house here.

Hero had disappeared during the whole fiasco. Toni and Clara seemed to restart their glaring contest, and poor Amelia just sighed. Wilbur just looked amusedly at the whole scene, probably just enjoying the familiar atmosphere of it all. Hero suddenly appeared by the door, carrying a loaf of bread on his back. Upon seeing the bread, I heard my stomach grumble loudly. That had caused Amelia to look up at me, then towards Hero. I hadn't realized how completely famished I was!

When Hero came over, I smiled gratefully, taking the bag of bread and opening it quickly. I continued to watch Toni and Clara bicker about how Clara shouldn't be so careless, and how Toni shouldn't have stopped so suddenly. Watching those two really reminded me of England and France sometimes; God, I really missed them. Now that I think about it, all of my friends seemed to reflect the people of my family. Clara was like England and Toni was like France, especially whenever they got into fights. Amelia was like the polite Canada, watching the other members of our family and trying to think of ways to calm everyone down. Hero was like big bro Diego - energetic at times, but always knowing what's necessary, and the most effective way to get it done. Hero was like me in some ways too, loving-any-type-of-music-from-around-the-world way, and being extremely sociable. Finally, Wilbur was like big brother James, smiling at the whole family and keeping quiet, not bothering to help change anything.

There used to be a time when my real family was like that; it was back when I was still a colony. Now, I have my new family, with friends that I would never give up, and will always protect. I knew that no matter what, they would always stick by me, and I would always be there for them too. Especially now, with the Great Depression and the visions plaguing me, I know that Toni, Clara, Wilbur, Amelia, and Hero would help me get through all of this shit.

I pushed aside my thoughts of the dream for later. Right now, all I really wanted to do was to enjoy my home with my friends. Laughing in joy, I engaged in an excited conversation with Toni about the games he played, and made polite conversation about the weather and how the garden was doing with Clara.

I hoped that I would survive the next few years, and as I looked back at my new family, I knew I would definitely make it through. They would be there to make sure of it!

Outside the window, on the distant hill, I didn't see that a single flower on the colorful tree had turned completely black, nor did I see how it fell off the tree and landed on the ground, killing the surrounding grass.

Death was coming.


Thank you all for reading this far! Please wait in anticipation for the fourth Chapter of "Living in a Time Gone Past"! For those of you who understand the language, please correct me if I am wrong, and please bear with me for the typing errors. did not accept the font I used to type the language!

Update: Chapters One and Two have now been Beta-ed. Please enjoy the corrected grammar and mistakes and such! Thank you Itaneko-chan for your wonderful work!

Sorry for the slightly shorter Chapter. This one was only 2400+ words, but this was mostly a continuation of Chapter Two.

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