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P.O.V Confederacy/South
81 years later
December 16, 1773
It has now been at least 190 years since Náhookos and I had formed and we had experienced another growth spurt, we now both looked 16 years of age. It has helped a lot like getting jobs and a house, we have been able to split the cost between us and rack up a good amount of money. We would be able to construct and open a store, if we so desired, and there would be enough money to last us for at least two more years even with no customers.
But ohhhhh, the taxes that the British have been implementing on us colonies, sure I know that they needed the money back and they protected us from the French and everything. But they keep going around and spending it, then they would tax us even more, then spend even more! But the worst part is that we didn't even get a say in it! We had no voice in Parliament!
But Náhookos and I had found something out, about three years ago, on March 5.
(Flashback)
Náhookos and I were in Boston shopping for supplies, when it happened. We decided to cut through an alley instead of taking the streets, trying to get through everything faster. We heard gunshots, are heads shot to where we heard it from, Náhookos let out a gasp and collapsed clutching his arm as it bled. People screamed and more gunshots went off, Náhookos let out another gasp as more blood flowed.
I tried to stop the blood flow to the best of my ability since I didn't have much supplies to work with, but it wouldn't stop. People ran through the streets trying to get away from the gun fire. I was able to drag Náhookos to our wagon, but luckily the bleeding had started to stop, I decided we needed to head back home. I didn't notice my own blood on my arm till we got home.
It was the day after Náhookos and I had started bleeding that word came to us. A group of British soldiers had fired upon a crowd of colonists, they called it the Boston Massacre. Náhookos and I looked at each other, "I think we found our Tribe."
(End of Flashback)
We've been on the end of the Quartering Act before, when two soldiers barged into our home stating that they were staying there for the night and to fix them food and give them our beds. Náhookos had to physically restrain me from killing the two of them right there and then, especially after they insulted Náhookos.
We walked into the bar, and instantly heard Sam Adams sprouting on about the taxes, we were listening somewhat, till he said something about the Boston Massacre. I tensed up thinking of the pain that Náhookos had gone through, now I was listening. They were to dress up as Indians and raid a ship of their tea and throw it overboard.
I looked at Náhookos in question, his fists were clenched and his eyes were blazing, he looked at me and nodded. We got up with the rest, all of them scattering to grab supplies. We went to our wagon and popped out the makeshift board where we kept our Tribe weapons and clothes. You never know when you would need them and this is one of those.
We changed out quickly, joining up with the rest of the group. They let out exclamations of surprise when we showed up thinking we were actual Tribes men, we quickly calmed their fears and moved along to the ships. We boarded three ships: the Beaver, Dartmouth, and Eleanor. Náhookos and I were aboard the Beaver and every swing of my tomahawk breaking the boxes open was like sweet, sweet, revenge.
"No taxation without representation!" they would scream but I had one thing coursing through my mind, 'This is for hurting us! This is for hurting our people!' while grinning like an insane person. "REDCOATS!" "SCATTER!" I heard but I didn't listen, I turned to a boarding redcoat with a gleam in my eye and stalked up to him, raising my tomahawk over my head. His eyes went wide as he backed away from me, I slammed my tomahawk down he dodged out of the way just in time. The tomahawk went straight through the wooden deck with the force of the swing.
He managed to scrape me across the cheek with his bayonet by pure accident, I looked at him from the side as the scrape healed over more instantly. He went pale backing up as fast as he could, I followed, other colonists tried to shake me out but I barely paid any mind to them before they had to run off due to other redcoats. He tripped over himself trying to get away, I raised my tomahawk above my head ready to deliver the final blow. {Shádi'ááh!} I stopped, waiting, I felt a hand on my arm dragging it down, {Come on Shádi'ááh, we gotta get going} I nodded my head as Náhookos pulled me along, I followed but not before seeing the redcoat let out a relieved sigh.
We managed to escape the redcoats by transforming into birds and flying back to the wagon. We quickly changed out and into our colonist clothes, and no one could tell that it was us that threw the tea overboard. I let out a little smile as we drove past some of the redcoats, we had the ability to lie and persuade anyone we wanted to, if they accused us of something we could easily turn the tides and frame someone that didn't even exist and they would talk like they knew it was them all along.
We headed home with a sense of accomplishment, we smiled and laughed at how the redcoats looked like chickens with their head cut off, while we dumped the tea. We arrived home as the sun began to rise and we had a feeling we weren't going to be sleeping anytime soon.
Author's Note:
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Till next time! Peace!
-Azar