I know it's crap, don't remind me. Characters belong to Himaruya. Surely you know the character's native names by now right? I suck at mechanics so don't judge.

Years went by, and Madhur and I stayed the same small babies we were since our second day of life. The natives warmed up to us a little bit, but a little is sometimes never enough. A few believed that we as well were guardian spirits, but most disagreed.

We gained our privileges of leaving the tent, but we had our limits. We could only go so far north as up to the plains where the sun kissed the grass. The woods were off limits, but on an occasion, Madhur and I would sneak out as the young rebels seeking adventure we were. West we could only go up to the distant river, but never across, and east was where the women pick the corn.

The children who were once afraid of us still were cautious when close to us. The younger generation always found us intriguing and tried to follow Madhur and I. They always asked us questions and even tried to touch us until their mothers scolded them. It was never enough to stop them, though. It was quite irritating.

Sometimes while passing the different 'tepees,' although Madhur and I still called them tents, we heard mothers talking bad about us to their children. The children, instead of being frightened, were even more interested in knowing about us, much to me and Madhur's chagrin.

Of course, despite the children's curiosity, the hatred I felt, through the air somehow from adults, rubbed off on me. It affected Madhur greatly. He grew quiet and shy from being pushed under weights of an untamed aura. I, however, chose to ignore it, thus my amazing ability to ignore the atmosphere was born.

We started seeing more of mother. Every time she saw us, she would smile. When she saw us playing, her face had this expression of longing to join us. She still stayed a certain distance away from us though, but Madhur and I knew that she was actually being forced to stay away from us by a Native man.

The Native man, who scolded me from leaving the tent once, despised me and Madhur. He was mother's husband, and we weren't his children. He had no reason to love us. His relationship with mother was very complicated. I would see her beg for him to forgive her, but he only glared and never spoke. He would give me and Madhur an intense gaze, frightening us, if we were near our mother. Despite all this, Madhur and I still looked up to him as the Tribe's warrior he was.

Madhur and I spent most of our time with the Natives who were kind to us. Thankfully this group consisted of men, women, elders and children. These people respected us and were very kind. During the day, we would watch the women make supplies for survival and even play in the cornfields while the nice ladies laughed at our youth. We sometimes would help the men make weapons and even watch them hunt some animals as long as it was within our boundaries. The children, however, admired us and watched us in awe. Unlike the other children, we weren't on display to them. They treated us like actual living beings.

During our years, I learned how to use weapons as well. Only a few people actually knew I was a girl. I kept my hair short because it was easier to tame that way. I had many reasons why I didn't want to tell anybody my true gender. One was because I was well aware of the lifestyle for women and it irritated me on how they could not seek adventure. The second reason was because I felt I was letting mother down. Madhur was white, but he was also a boy, so there was a positive side to his birth. I was both different and female, which made me feel useless to mother.

I told mother of my plans of being a boy and she agreed to them and promised to keep it. At first she rejected, but she saw how much it would mean to me if I was a boy, so she had no choice but to give in. Not even my brother would know I was a girl.

Life within the village became easy over time. Madhur and I would do what we wanted to, all day, then sleep. Eventually, though, I began to feel a bit depressed and bored as the long days went on. I grew envious of the children I knew. Children born after me were already adults as I was still a toddler. I grew very bored hoping for change. Eventually, the time came.

It was 13 winters, until conflict rose again into our seemingly peaceful tribe. This time there seemed to be a civil war going on. One about me and Madhur. One side thought of us as spirits, the other demons. They argued and argued until finally mother couldn't take it anymore. She threatened to leave the village with us if peace was not kept. Unfortunately, one part of the tribe was so desperate for us 'demons' to leave, they forced mother to leave. And so she left, with us following her.

Ever since we were removed from the tribe, we became self-reliant and became our own tribe. It was only us three, but it was still pretty hard to survive. We had to stick together. Life was much harder now that we didn't have a home, which is why we moved into a cave. It was cold and damp, but at least it was a place to stay. Madhur and I stayed in that cave all day while mother went out to get food. We couldn't be seen for 2 reasons: 1 Mother wanted to avoid trouble with other tribes, and 2 we were quite small and frail.

Madhur and I avoided talking to mother unless she began a conversation. It wasn't that we were mad. No, of course not. In fact, we felt guilty of what happened in the past few days. We were embarrassed to be in the same room as mother. We thought for sure she hated us, and she soon noticed.

Mother knew that we would never believe her if she said she wasn't mad at us. We were a tribe falling apart before it even began. Mother one day told me and Madhur that we were leaving our cave, although we were unsure why.

She led us through the forest and over rivers. She carried us at some parts and fed us at others. Eventually, for the first time ever, my feet no longer touched dirt but instead touched another strange type of ground. It was a light color, and dry. In the distance I saw a large body of water splash upon a darker part of the ground. Its noises were calming and it view was beautiful.

"I'm giving you the land near the ocean to live on. You will be east, and I shall be west. A few acquaintances of mine live a bit more south, but you can't trespass on their land unless you come west of the Great River." Mother knelt down and kissed my forehead. I stared at her long and hard trying to put the words together.

"Mama, you're not leaving Alaka here…are you?" Madhur asked, pouting. He didn't like the idea of leaving me behind. I could tell because we grew a bond being together so much. It was like ripping a heart in two. I frowned, accepting fate. I wouldn't care if mother was abandoning me. I was the younger, female sibling. I saw it coming. Madhur wouldn't understand. He didn't know I was girl and I wouldn't tell him. Why? Because I didn't need my only companion looking down on me, that's why. Mother gave Madhur a hurt look.

"I am, but I will return to see her. Yes, I will. I will also leave you. Only you will be in the North. Together we will watch the land that we live upon. After all, we are guardians." I gave mother a skeptical look. We weren't 'guardians,' we were clearly demons. I gave mother a fake smile that half appreciated her trying to make us feel better, but the other half just wished for her to call us a demon in our face. It would hurt a lot less that way.

"Mama, me north? But I've never set foot; I don't want to leave Alaka alone!" Madhur protested. This rebellious part of Madhur was rare. Usually he was quiet and obedient, but when he gets pushed to his limit, he snaps out of his innocent character. It was one of the things I admired about him. Surely I hoped he would never snap on me, or I'd be sure to cry.

"Please, Madhur, hear my words. I had a dream, a vision. Something told to me by the spirits of the land. Something's coming, something new. This isn't my tale, it is yours. You two are essential to my vision. You two must do what the spirits say or who knows what may happen. This vision I have, may be the reason why a virgin, as myself, had two distinctive children!" She said with a hint of fascination in her tone. I had to admit, mother looked much like myself right now, despite her different characteristics. She had curiosity and adventure in her face, like me. Maybe I was her child. I felt the edge of my lip curl into a sweet smile.

"A vision, huh? Very well, I'm not the one to turn down a chance of adventure. Very well then, mother. Do as you wish with me as I am your child." I smiled at mother, and she stared at me in awe before she smiled back. Madhur made an unimpressed grunt and shook his head.

"I give up. If you say so, Alaka." He sighed, annoyed that nobody even considered his thoughts even though his voice was calm. Being with someone for so long can help you realize other people's emotions, even if they aren't visible. Madhur walked over to me and gave me a hug. Realizing that this could be the last time feeling Madhur's warmth brought tears to my eyes. I held them in and cherished the moment. Soon we broke apart and mother carried him back into the forest, away from the ocean. When they vanished from sight, I collapsed onto my small knees and cried, until my heart would accept that my other half was really gone.

I wish I had a brother like Canada. I wish I had a brother, period.

The "Great River" is the old name for the Mississippi River.

"Surely I hoped he would never snap on me, or I'd be sure to cry." If you read one webcomic by Himayura called "Canada-san and the Quarrel with America" Canada makes America cry. America, oh the foreshadow you just put on yourself XD