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Within Fire
Ratonhnhakéton staggered over his feet as he made his way to the familiar paths that led to his village. Everything was in a blur, he didn't remember getting up, or walking for that matter. Everything that happened to him, the events that played out before the morning were all in the blur.
All he could remember was playing hide-n-seek with his friends then...Nothing.
He could hear voices, but they seemed muffled to his ears. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was this the brains way of telling him to remember? The muffled voices were hard to make out, the only thing the young native could make out about those voices was they belonged to men.
What happened?
Ratonhnhakéton strained his brain as he stumbled, forcing himself to remember. Any clue would work, a small image, something. White men, they were fuzzy and disfigured. They were doing something. What?
Hunting? Could it be that? They had muskets.
His head started to throb just thinking about their guns. He tried to touch his head, it almost felt wet. Why was it wet? And why only on one side of his face? His hands felt like weights that hung in front of him. It almost felt like his hands were tied.
Ratonhnhakéton's head started to feel even more heavy as the darkness started to form around his eyes. He had to warn them, he had to warn everyone.
Wait, why did he need to warn everyone? What was so dangerous that could hurt his friends and family? What was going on? Why was it difficult for him to keep a thought?
"Are you sure it's this way?"
A voice. . . ?
There was something about that voice, something dangerous. Was it all in his head? Weakly he nodded, though the native didn't know he did. At the sight of his village's walls the light went out for him.
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The smell of smoke filled the young boy's nose, it almost smelled like a camp fire. It had to be a camp fire, the sound of crackling popped in his ears. Something didn't seem right, something inside him snapped and his eyes flung open.
His dark brown eye lit up in horror as he saw his village in a flame. This couldn't be happening! How was this happening?! This had to be some bad dream right? He would wake up in his bed with his mother looking over him. Waiting for him to wake up...
His mother!
Struggling out of the hold one of the men had on him, he dropped to the ground and ran towards his village. Only to trip over his weak legs. The already weak native fell face first into the dirt and grass.
The smoke rose high into the robin blue sky, the fire wasn't that far behind it. His body wouldn't listen to him, he couldn't get to his knees, he couldn't stand, all he could do was lift his head from the dirt and watch as his village was burning.
"No..." He weakly breathed.
Ratonhnhakéton didn't even hear the footsteps approach, his mind was to distracted to notice. Charles Lee grabbed a fist full of Ratonhnhakéton's thick black hair and yanked harshly, forcing him to his knees and his head to lean back, exposing his throat.
"See? This is what happens to savages who don't corperate, and who don't help for the cause, boy." Charles Lee hissed into his ear. "You're are already on a very thin line, behave yourself or you'll end up burning alive!"
He let go of the native so he slumped over, and with a gesture of his hand he gestured for one of the other men to come get the native boy. One of the men came scooped Ratonhnhakéton up and tossed the native over his shoulder.
Ratonhnhakéton watched his village burn as the man started walking. The young native bit his tears back, his mind restoring all the blurred memories from earlier today. He had helped them to his village. He killed everyone...