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- Words here are in another language. - Only because I only speak two languages, good English and bad English...
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Ista [isda]
Everything was in a thick blanket of fog, this made anything and everything difficult to see. Running through the brush and the dirt was a young boy, he was from this lands and pretty much knew most of it. Well the parts he was allowed to go.
The little boy couldn't see anything in front of his face. Even the things at his feet seemed to be hidden in the fog. He didn't understand why he was running, but he kept at it. Every fiber in his body was screaming at him to run, to get away from whatever was behind him.
Looking to his left than his right, everything seemed to be in a heavy blur. He was covered in a grey blanket of fog. Where was he? Why was he running? Where was he supposed to go?
His foot got caught in a root, or his foot stubbed into a rock, whatever it was he tripped and landed hard against the ground, smacking his head against the dirt.
Pain exploded through his head as he got to his knees. His hands instinctively went to his head in hope that it would suddenly vanish. Ratonhnhakéton stood up slowly, the world spinning around him.
The thick fog started to clear, bushes, grass, trees, everything could be seen, just barely. Ratonhnhakéton couldn't run in fear of falling over, so he walked. And little by little he gained speed and the world around him started to clear out.
Fear started to grow rapidly like a wave, it kept building and building up in him. Crashing and flowing through his blood, scaring him with every step he took. A small family of deer ran passed him, then two foxes, and finally one hare.
Why were they running? It wasn't uncommon for wild life to run past him or the others, that's why hunters had to stalk to get close to them. But this was different, they were running because he got to close. They were running right passed him.
It was the sight that stopped him in shock, and his arms fell to his side. The walls of his village were in great flames of fire. The fire grew high like it was touching the sky. Ratonhnhakéton's breathing increased, his heart started pounding hard.
How could this have happened? Who could of done this?! Why!?
"Nooo!" He yelled running straight into the village.
Fire snapped and crackled at him as he ran, this was real, he could feel the heat of the fire like it was on his flesh. The smoke filled his lungs and left his throat burning. The screams of his people filled his ears.
"Ista!" He yelled through the smoke and flames.
People screamed, cried, and stumbled as they tried to get themselves and their family out. Fire spread like the wind attacking everything in its way showing no mercy to anyone or anything.
Ratonhnhakéton yelled as he ran asking where his mother was. No one answered him so the young native kept running while fear held tight at his insides. He wished for nothing else in this world but his mothers safety.
Ratonhnhakéton almost didn't hear the cracking of the tree before it was almost to late. With a yelp he stumbled back almost falling on his butt. He caught himself and kept from falling. They way to his home was blocked from a tree that was covered in flames.
So instead he backed up a bit and turned into the building to his left.
"Ista!" He yelled again, hoping to hear her voice.
Ratonhnhakéton used his strength to move the fallen beam out the way, and when the time was right he slipped under it. The heat from the fire brought sweat to his body, and the smoke choked his lungs.
He had to keep running, he had to find his mother. The fire cracked the ceiling and bits and parts of it fell off. Ratonhnhakéton was able to move out the way before he was hurt. This became more and more dangerous the more he stayed here, he needed to find his mother and get out.
Sliding under the canoe a wave of heat was there to greet him. The small native covered his face with his arms attempting to block it before he continued forward to his mother.
"Ista!" He called again before running towards his hut.
A small part of him wanted his mother to be out of this village waiting for him. Some where safer then burning down village. But the larger part of him wanted her to be there waiting for him, so they could leave this village together and start over.
The door was locked no matter how hard he pulled at it or jiggled it, it wouldn't budge.
"Ista!" He yelled seeing his mother clearly on the other side. She looked to be pinned to the ground.
" - I'm in here! - " His mother coughed.
Quickly Ratonhnhakéton ran around the hut, the words said between them seemed lost through the cracking of fire. Time was dwindling, they needed to leave and now. Ratonhnhakéton stopped in his tracks when the side of the hut fell. There was his way in, now he just needed to get his mother and leave!
" - Help us! - " The native boy yelled as he ran to his mothers aid. He started to pull on the wood that pinned his mother. " - I am here. I am here. It's going to be fine! - "
" - No my son. You must leave, now. - "
" - Not without you! - "
" - It's too late for that. - "
No matter how hard Ratonhnhakéton tried he couldn't lift it up, he couldn't save his mother. His mother knew this so she took his hand into hers and spoke.
" - You must be strong. Ratonhnhakéton. You must be brave. - "
" - Stop it! Stop it! - " He cried not wanting to hear what his mother had to say.
" - You will think yourself alone, but know that I will be at your side. Always and forever. - "
Two hands wrapped around his torso and pulled him back. " - NO! STOP! LET ME GO! LET ME SAVE HER! - " Ratonhnhakéton yelled fighting back, in hope to save his mother.
"See? This is what happens to savages who don't corporate."
The fire, the smell of smoke,the cracking the screaming all disappeared and suddenly Ratonhnhakéton was in an all white place, giant shards of what looked like mirror floated through the white only to disappear.
"And for those who don't help for the cause, boy."
The voice was in his ear hissing at him. Ratonhnhakéton was on his knees staring up into the white abyss. He knew this voice...
"You're are already on a very thin line, behave yourself or you'll end up burning alive!"
Hands were placed on his shoulders, quickly he looked up at this person it was his mother. She looked nothing like she did in the fire. She looked normal, she wore no smile and her eyes looked blank.
" - I love you... - "
"You betrayed your people." The voice spoke again, the figure of his mother disappear. "You lead us to them. You killed your people."
Ratonhnhakéton slumped forward his hands over his ears, trying to block out the mans voice.
"You killed your mother!"
"ISTA!" Ratonhnhakéton yelled tears flowing freely from his eyes.
. * .
Charles Look down at the child that sat with him on he horse. The small savage child sat side saddle, his arm bounded in front of him, and was leaning against the older man, asleep. He could feel the small boy's muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. What ever dream he was having was bad.
What made Charles look down was the wetnesss that was on his torso, where the boy slept. He sighed deeply, the only reason he took this child was because of the striking resemblance he had to Haytham.
"Ista..."
The boy's mumbling brought William to his side.
"He's dreaming about his mother." The male said looking at the child then up to Charles. "It's no surprise there, he'll probably never know what happen to her. If she survived the fire or died."
Charles met his gaze but still remained silent. He knew everyone with him was thinking the same thing about this child and Haytham. What were they going to do when they get back to Boston? Confront Haytham? How would Haytham even act? They still had a couple of weeks before Boston.