Chapter 11: The Capture of a Personification

Thought's = '_'

Talking = "_"

Native American = {_}

P.O.V Confederacy/South

"AMBUSH!"

The shout rang out as Tribe people came at us from the sides while we were engaging a British patrol. It was even numbers mostly about 20 on each side, but the fight tilted into British favor as their Native American allies showed up. Everything went to chaos from there, Náhookos and I tried to hold our troops, but over the gun fire and shouts none of our orders to hold were heard.

"FALL BACK!" I screamed the order was carried over by others that were just close enough to hear. We started falling back, some giving cover fire as we shuffled backwards. Lingering shots rang out every once in a while, luckily none of them were close enough to actually hit us by then. "Alfred? Alfred?!" I couldn't find him anywhere, "Corporal! Have you seen Colonel Jones anywhere?" "No, Sir! I haven't seen him since we fell back," he responded, "Ok. Alright soldiers! Let's head back to camp," I announced. I looked back, worried and scared but not for myself, 'Please be alright, Náhookos. I'll come back for you soon! Be safe till then."

P.O.V America/North

"Ugghhh.." 'My head….feels…...LIKE SHIT…..Oow,' I flinched as I lightly touched my head, they came back sticky and red, 'Shit.' "WHY ISN'T THE PRISONER TIED UP?!" It felt like they just yelled in my ear! 'Asshole!' I held my hands over my ears. "As soon as head is better we ask if he could stay," a voice spoke, a Tribal warrior, I could tell that accent anywhere.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WILL ASK IF HIM IF HE CAN STAY HERE!" the British officer shouted.

"We don't want to give disrespect to him," the soft but strong voice replied, 'I know that kind of accent from somewhere! Think, think what tribe is it?!'

"SO?! WHAT MAKES HIM SO SPECIAL?!" the British officer was starting to turn red in the face, it was a funny color on him. It would be even funnier if he would shut his mouth.

So I said just that, {Tell him to shut his piece of horse shit mouth} albeit in a different language. Some of the tribe warriors chuckled, while others tried to remain stoic. {Náhookos! I'm glad you are alright. My name is Tsio:kwaris} he went into a polite bow of addressing someone they thought higher than them. I was still annoyed at the officer but I could tell Tsio:kwaris was trying his best. I shifted my attention to him, {It's nice to meet you Tsio:kwaris, but I guess you already know who I am.} I said letting out a small chuckle now that my head didn't hurt that much. Tsio:kwaris flushed in embarrassment, {Of course we know who you are! Kanien'kehá:ka always tells stories about you and Shádi'ááh!}

'I remember now!' my eyes lit up with excitement, {Tell me, how is Kanien'kehá:ka doing these days! Along with the rest of the Iroquois personifications!} Tsio:kwaris looked like a kid that just walked into a candy shop. He began explaining in rapid Mohawk, Náhookos nodded along and added in his own voice every once in a while. The rest of the Mohawks had gathered around to listen in, all of them unaware of the British officers growing anger.

He finally exploded in a fit in anger, "NOW STOP THIS NONSENSE RAMBLING RIGHT NOW! AND TELL ME WHO YOU ARE REBEL!" I looked at him in annoyance, I was about to speak but Tsio:kwaris beat me to it first, "His name Náhookos! You do good to remember that!" he huffed out. "You forget who's in charge here, Indian! And you're fighting against his side anyway!" the officer mentioned. Tsio:kwaris deflated at that, he really didn't want to fight against Náhookos.

I gave him a sympathetic look, knowing what he was thinking before I turned to the officer, face hardening. "My name is Colonel Alfred F. Jones of the Continental Army and you will address me as such," I announced I drew up straight using my superior height against him. He started to back down before he thought he was the superior one here, "Now listen Rebel! You're my prisoner! And you are staying here whether you like it or not!" he snarled. He pointed to the Indians, "Now tie him up!" he ordered, the Tribe warriors looked confused as what to do, disobey their in charge ally or disrespect me.

Luckily they never got to make that choice themselves, "What is meaning of this, Colonel Baker?" Kanien'kehá:ka said walking out to meet the officer, a Tribe runner walking a little bit behind him. Colonel Baker gained a smug air to him, "You're Indian "Warriors" won't tie up a prisoner," Kanien'kehá:ka nodded respectfully and turned around to face us. His eyes widened in shock and surprise, {Náhookos!} he cried out, quickle running to me and pulling me into a hug.

I let out a laugh hugging him back, {Hey, Kanien'kehá:ka!} He let go of me and backed up, {Náhookos! You got so big! It seems just like yesterday you and Shádi'ááh were getting under our feet and tripping us up!} Kanien'kehá:ka rambled along, and the officer was turning purple. "AREN'T YOU GOING TO TIE HIM UP?!" the Colonel yelled. Kanien'kehá:ka looked at him like he said the sky was purple, "Why would we do that? Náhookos is friend of Tribe. We don't tie him up} he stated like it was as easy as saying the grass was green.

"What do you mean?! If you won't help us with him, we will do it ourselves!" the Colonel exclaimed. Kanien'kehá:ka nodded in agreement, "Good luck with keeping him here," he said, he gave a signal the other Tribe warriors said goodbye to me and started walking back home. But as Kanien'kehá:ka walked by the Colonel he said something, "But just be warned. Shádi'ááh won't be far. And he will be mad." He walked away with his Tribe warriors following him, he turned around to face me and I gave him a sickly sweet smile. He paled and turned away issuing the order to chain me. He walked away, but looking back he shivered at the eyes that pierced him with hell fire.

I shifted my muscles settling down, 'This will be fun!'

(Time Skip)

Sure enough it was fun! The amount of chaos I can create is quite astounding, but nah I can create way more. The british troops that had captured him have learned to fear his mischievous smile, most have started a bet on when I will escape, and how much the Colonel will last before he goes insane and or release me. They will probably find the betting pot missing before anyone can claim it.

I've been with them for a month now and the chaos i've created is so sweet. First it was the soldiers tripping randomly on nothing. Then the food that the officers would eat would taste horrible but a normal soldier eating it would taste perfectly fine for them. One time when we moved I changed the compass so it pointed in the opposite direction, by the time they realized and went back the small creek we were going to cross was flooded. It set them back weeks.

All the soldiers that did something to me, whether it be shoved, taunted, or stole some of my food, something would always happen to them and they would never bother the prisoner again. The Colonel was at his end most times, but he still thought he was incharge of his patrol, pff as if. Most of the soldiers followed his orders but now they looked to me for help. I've felt Shádi'ááh and his patrol gradually getting closer and closer to us.

Shots rang out for a couple of minutes till they ceased, when the small party of 5 that had gone out for patrol came back with a black American soldier in tow. The Colonel walked out of his tent, gave some harsh orders and pointed over to where I was laying back hands and legs crossed over in front of me, still chained, looking like I was asleep. The Colonel stalked back into his tent and the soldiers started to shove him over. One of the soldiers had already broken off and walked over to me, "Report?" I asked looking at him from under my hat, he stood up straighter unconsciously, "We ran into an American patrol a mile south, just a little skirmish nothing major. But when they retreated he tripped and fell, we were easily able to capture him."

I nodded, by that time the soldiers were pushing the American soldier over to me, "Stop that shoven boys!" I said faintly. They stopped immediately not wanting to test me, "When is dinner time today?" I asked, "The chef is cooking right now." a Corporal answered. "Tell him to fix up another plate, and if anyone steals anything report it to me," I ordered, "Yes, Sir!" chorused through the small group as they split up to tell the rest.

They told the soldier to stay here before they left. I listened as they left then jumped up stretching my muscles out and lifting up my cover to get a good look at him. "Hello there, my name is Colonel Alfred F. Jones of the Continental Army," I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake, "Derek Dunn," he replied hesitantly, shaking my hand. The clattering of pots dropping made him whip his head around, I let out a chuckle, "Don't worry as long as you stick by me you'll be fine."

"How can you be so calm? We're in an enemy camp!" he questioned.

"You have nothing to worry about, I've got some of my boys coming here to get me out," I reassured.

"Why did they call you Sir though," he asked.

"Because it's just instincts for them now. When someone is a higher rank than them and in charge."

"You're in charge here?!"

I laughed, "Have been for about 3 weeks now!" Derek stood there gaping like a fish, not knowing what to say.

(Next Day)

"What did I say about shoving?" at the question the soldier froze, "Well? Is anyone going to answer me?" The soldiers lowered their heads as one spoke hesitantly, "It's disrespectful of someone of our status," one said, "And?" "We should be ashamed of ourselves to ever do that," another one added, they looked like they were being told off by their mother.

"Good! Now go back to your post," I said, they nodded and moved away back towards their post. Derek looked towards me, "Thank you, Colonel." "It was no problem, Dunn. Let's go back." I turned around and walked back, Dunn quickly followed.

That's when the first shot went off, the British soldiers panicked and looked towards me for guidance, ignoring Colonel Baker screaming orders. I held up my hand and the soldiers stepped down shifting from side to side in nervousness.

{Took you long enough, Shádi'ááh!} I called out.

Sure enough Shádi'ááh popped out of the bushes smiling, {We got caught up!} I shook my head giving him a soft smile. {Come on let's go.}

TRANSLATE:

Kanien'kehá:ka is the Mohawk tribe personification. Name translates to "People of the Flint" one of the Tribes of the Iroquois Confederacy.

Tsio:kwaris name translates to "Black Raven"

Author's Note:

Hope you liked this chapter! It was a bit longer than I expected it to be but oh well. Till next time! Peace!

-Azar