Dear Big Brother,

I met some people here on this land. They are very kind to me. They offered me a home and to teach me how to hunt. There was a woman I saw when the ship docked. I am trying to find her. For some reason all of this feels so familiar to me. Big Brother, have i been to this place before? A kind woman is helping me as well, she says her name is Pocahontas. Her father is the Chief, Chief Powatan. I will being staying with their people for a while. They call the men from Britain, the white man...is it because they are white and her copper skinned? She also knows I am not human. She said that her tribe was able to tell when i entered. Well I will talk to you all later. Pocahontas is coming to fetch me for supper. Good night big brother. I love you daddy and Matty.

Love from a loving Son and Little Brother
Alfred Kirkland

Right at that moment Pocahontas stood outside the tent I was staying in

"Mister...Kirkland?"

I looked up and gave the letter to Minty who dissapered to Big Brother and I stepped outside the tent and bowed my head respectably. She simply looked at me.

"You need to learn our times, when we have our meals and when we sit around and talk. It is part of how we live"

I nod gently looking up at her gentle and kind face. She may be speaking with a rough tounge and sound a bit demanding, but I knew she was doing this to teach me.

"I will, I promise Miss Pocahontas"

She sighs and shook her head and turned walking away from me. I followed eagerly. We walked to what looked like a large fire. That was when she began to explain.

"How we feast on a normal day, is to sit around the fire. We pass food to each other. Most of the time we take a single, small bite then pass it on. This continues until all the food is gone. Then after the meal we dance around the fire, even after Tawa leaves and Nûñdä rises"

She stopped speaking and looked at me. I must have looked confused because she spoke again and pointed at the sun.

"That is Tawa"

"Oh, you mean the sun?"

"that is what she is called in your language? Tawa is one of our many Gods. Her brother is Nûñdä. He rises when the world grows dark. He is also by which me count our days. In terms of of time...i believe that is the white man's word, yes? Time, we go by how many moons have passed, but each night is not a moon, when Nûñdä does not show, that is a new time. but when Nûñdä is large and...full? That is one moon, that is how we count time"

I nod, it was a little confusing, but i understood it a bit. This was going to be interesting to learn all of this. We sat down and she would translate for me every so often when someone spoke to me. I learned many things that night. The party...or as she said traditional dances. It was interesting to watch. She taught me some, and a few where easy to pick up on. I asked if i could join in and she nods. Either i was doing it right or i was making a fool of my self but she seemed to be smiling and laughing as i danced to the beat of drums, along with the other people. Afterwards, she walked me back to my tent.

"Tomorrow morning, I will come wake you, everything will start tomorrow. go straight to sleep, we start before the crow wakes and owl sleeps"

I nod, I didn't understand what it ment. but I was too tired to think, as soon as I laid down on the ground, I fell fast asleep, not noticing the letter left from Big Brother that was now under my head.

Tawa is a native american God of the sun

Nûñdä is a story about the sun and moon by the cherokee, yes the name of the sun is different, but just like different places, different tribes believed different things. If anyone wants the link to the native american stories here they are, I may refrence to them every so often. I think they are amazing, specially since i am part cherokee myself

. #Cherokee