Dear readers,
I know you have been so patient about waiting for an update. Unfortunately, I have been unable to write anything that, I feel, would do the first chapter justice. Therefore, I am leaving the story as is for the time being. I have other LOTM stories that I want to write, as well as a book I am working on. Perhaps some day I will come back to the Last Flower and give it the happy ending I know it deserves. But for the time being... I will post a small preview to the chapter I was working on. Please keep in mind that it is only a rough draft and is not finished yet.
Preview:
Uncas sat by the smoldering fire. Tomahawk in hand and musket at the ready, he had kept watch while his father and brother slept soundly. His watch had long since ended, but restlessness and overwhelming thoughts kept Uncas from arousing Nathaniel from his present slumber. Hence, he let his brother be. Uncas needed time alone. Time to think. Something of which he found himself doing more of lately.
He watched the dancing of the fire intently. The dark red and orange leaping out and swaying to and frow to the melody of the embers of the wood crackling and slowly turning to ash. Sparks rose into the sky and were carried away with the light breeze that blew in from the north. There was a chill in the air that night, but Uncas didn't feel its sting. He had become accustomed to the ever changing temperment of the weather since he was a young boy. So the cold didn't bother him at all.